Part 1 - Yu Nu Jiao / Jade Slave / Enslaved By Love

Chapter 038 What is Your Heart Made of?

Xie Yun slept for a long time. She couldn't remember how long it had been since the doors and windows were sealed. At first, there were candles to light, but later, the candles burned out and the room became completely dark, and she couldn't tell the difference between day and night.

She tried to calculate the time by the number of times the palace servants delivered food, but no food boxes were delivered until her stomach was completely flat from hunger.

Only then did she realize that even the concubines who were not favored by the emperor would not be treated harshly, let alone a servant like her.

Probably someone planned to save these meals for her.

She leaned against the head of the bed. In the thick darkness around her, the only sound she could hear was her breathing. If there was no such movement, she would not even be able to feel her own existence.

No wonder there are so many crazy people in the cold palace. It turns out that this is what complete loneliness feels like.

If she stays like this, she might really give in...

Xie Yun shook her head and threw away the weak thoughts. That day would not come. Yin Ji suddenly got angry again, and the means were so fierce that he should have to let her go.

Just bear it for a while, just bear it for a while.

She curled up in the quilt, but the coldness of the side hall was still like a thorn in the bone, attacking her all the time. This thin quilt had no resistance and seemed to be blown away at any time.

It was really cold, but her eyelids were burning.

She curled up tighter and rubbed her hands again and again to try to keep warm, but her fingers were numb and cold and had lost consciousness, as if they were no longer hers.

Suddenly something wet flowed out, she was startled, and realized very slowly that she had scratched her hand, bleeding a lot, the wound should be very deep, but strangely she didn't feel any pain.

She rubbed it silently, buried her head in the quilt and closed her eyes.

Suddenly, there was a loud noise in her ears, and the side hall door creaked under the heavy weight. Xie Yun paused before she dared to confirm that the sound came from the door.

Someone is coming.

She sat up stiffly and was about to look for clothes. A lantern came closer from afar. The person holding the lantern was dressed in bright yellow. Even in the dark night, it was difficult to hide his fierceness.

Yin Ji.

Xie Yun stared at him in a daze. Why did he come here?

"Why, are you surprised? Aren't you sure that I have to let you go?"

Yin Ji spoke, and he was getting closer and closer. He quickly entered the inner room and raised his hand to put the lantern on the table.

"I came to tell you the imperial decree in person, are you unhappy?"

With his look, Xie Yun was really relieved but didn't dare to show it. She dragged her body, which was so stiff that she almost didn't obey her, out of the quilt and knelt down to salute.

Yin Ji seemed not to notice, and sat down on the stool by himself, letting her tremble uncontrollably: "Do you think that I have to spare you this time for the sake of the overall situation?"

Xie Yun stood up by herself and looked down at Yin Ji. It was still the familiar face, but it was more indifferent than before.

She silently scratched the wound on the back of her hand that she had accidentally touched. The pain surged up slowly, slowly suppressing the coldness that invaded her bones.