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Four women entered, their appearances plain and rough, but their eyes glinted with cold cruelty. Their footsteps were light, deliberate, and steady—too steady.
Mei Liang's eyes narrowed, a glint of cold sharpness flashing within them. These women move like martial artists… that Brother Luo—the one who led the kidnapping—must have placed skilled guards to watch over them, she thought.
The women shut the door firmly behind them, sealing off any glimpse of freedom. The women did not speak. Each carried a wooden tray of food—coarse rice paired with two side dishes.
Mei Lang's face twisted in disgust. Since entering the palace, she had tasted only the finest delicacies. Now, confronted with such crude fare, memories of her former life in the mountains surged back—the life she despised and had tried desperately to erase.
