The air in the Cold Palace was so stagnant it felt like breathing through a damp shroud, and Xu Xiansu had nearly forgotten how incredibly hard it is to live her, especially when both her and her mother were nothing more than a pair of mortals.
In fact, her mother used to be a peak Spirit Ascension Expert, but before she was thrown in the Cold Palace, her cultivation was crippled by the Empress.
Xu Xiansu entered the small, cramped kitchen, her mind already calculating the calories her mother would need to regain a semblance of vitality.
But as she reached for the hearth, her hand met empty space and she paused, her eyes narrowing as she realized there was no longer any firewood.
A cold, familiar fury bubbled up in her chest, and she couldn't help but grit her teeth as she remembered this petty cruelty all too well.
The palace servants, acting under the silen malicious orders of the Empress, would never bring kindling or split logs to the Cold Palace.
