Chapter 01: She Loved the Wrong Person

　　"Miss, you're awake?"

　　Song Wuyou had just opened her eyes and was yet to make any sense of her surroundings when a voice of a young girl resounded within her ears.

　　Miss?

　　Even if she had been thrown into the Cold Palace, the palace maids should still be calling her niangniang[1], why was it turned to be miss?

　　Song Wuyou's thick long and curled fan-like eyelashes trembled slightly, something was flas.h.i.+ng within those confused pupils.

　　Had she not been 'bestowed' with the three feet of white silk[2]? Why was her mind still felt as clear as before?

　　Did she, perhaps, did not die?

　　How could she still be alive?

　　Recalling the series of events, Song Wuyou felt some pain on the neck.

　　But the place hurt the most, was undoubtedly her heart.

　　She and he had been through life and death ordeal on the battlefield, fighting alongside each other to built their country together.

　　He once swore to the Heavens, the day he becomes the Emperor she would be coronated as the Empress, and shall become the mistress of the Imperial Harem.

　　But, after she had accompanied him every step of the way to build his Palace, the Empress had not been her.

　　In the end, he came as far as to betrayed the vow he had made to her, not only did he abandoned her in the Cold Palace, sentenced her to be guilty, and killed all of her nine familial generations, he even 'bestowed' her with three feet of white silk.

　　Thinking about this only made Song Wuyou felt an excruciating heartbreak.

　　"Miss, don't think about it anymore." Xu Jing who was sitting on the bedside had noticed Song Wuyou's expression and could not help but to sobbed.

　　Xu Jing's voice pulled Song Wuyou's faraway thoughts back to the present.

　　Song Wuyou gently blinked her eyes and then took a good look of her surroundings.

　　The ceiling was as white as the snow, there was also some blinding white light and a lingering smell of disinfectant; all of these, for Song Wuyou who had just regained her consciousness were too peculiar and felt somewhat unfamiliar.

　　Sad eyes showed some surprise; where was this place, was this h.e.l.l or heaven?

　　When she saw Xu Jing, her brows furrowed; why was this girl's clothing style looks so strange?

　　The shocked expression in Song Wuyou's eyes became even more apparent, coupled with a trace of confusion.

　　Did she actually die or not?

　　She secretly pinched hard at her own waist, and the feeling of pain was so real!

　　She had not died?

　　If she really had not died, then she should have been on a bed in the Cold Palace, how could she be here?

　　This girl who sat beside her bed while looking at her full of concern and distress, who was she?

　　"You…" Song Wuyou looked at Xu Jing and asked softly, eyes were full of confusion.

　　"Miss, do you want to drink some water?" when Xu Jing heard Song Wuyou's voice was so hoa.r.s.e, she immediately asked full of concern.

　　"Miss?" Song Wuyou frowned.

　　Xu Jing only stared at her blankly for a moment, seeing Song Wuyou seemed to be filled with questions and also confused , she became nervous, "Miss, are you alright?"