Zichen Palace was in utter chaos, and Shen Ningning, locked away in the torture room, hadn't slept well either.
Having not slept a wink all night, her small face looked listless.
In particular, beneath her sparkling eyes, faint dark circles had appeared on her fair, tender skin.
The guards had already changed shifts twice, and each time, they would tell their colleagues, "The little girl in the innermost cell is not to be tortured. Commander Lu gave specific orders."
So, while the little girl was spared from torture, she couldn't sleep. She was forced to watch as the guards dragged barely breathing, blood-soaked figures from different cells, whipping and interrogating them viciously off to the side.
The wails and screams constantly assaulted Shen Ningning's ears, and her little face grew paler by the second.
A frightened look appeared in her large, dark, and clear eyes.
Then, a mangled, bloody heap was thrown into the cell opposite hers.
