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"Please stop hitting me, please let me go!" Su Jin was lying on the cold and hard stone bed in the cold palace, shouting at the top of his lungs.

She had once been the obedient and kindhearted concubine of the palace, but now, facing such brutal beatings, she could only plead desperately. Her body trembled uncontrollably, as every inch of her skin seemed to be eroded by the biting cold. Her eyes were filled with fear and despair as she gazed at the group of ferocious eunuchs.

Her voice, filled with endless pleading and fear, echoed throughout the empty and gloomy cold palace. However, her bitter pleas were like a stone thrown into a bottomless abyss, stirring no pity or sympathy. The eunuchs' heavy clubs, whistling with the wind, mercilessly smashed down on her frail body.

"Hmph, you ignorant bitch! You dared to offend the Consort Shu! This is what will happen to you!" The leading eunuch's face was grim, his features twisted with anger and malice, his eyes gleaming with the ferocity of a wolf. He roared as he swung his club with increasing force, each blow carrying unwavering ferocity.

Su Jin's body twisted and struggled painfully on the stone bed. She tried to protect her head and vital parts of her body with her hands and arms, but it was all in vain. The sticks rained down like a dense rain, hitting her arms, shoulders, and back mercilessly. The piercing pain instantly spread throughout her body, and she almost lost consciousness.

"Ah!" Su Jin let out a shrill scream, a sound that threatened to burst through the cold palace's roof, only to be abruptly blocked by the icy walls surrounding her. Her once delicate skin was now covered in purple bruises and horrifying streaks of blood. Blood oozed from the wounds, flowing like a stream, staining the stone bed beneath her. The crimson, like the shadow of death, slowly spread.

"Beg for mercy? Are you scared now? It's too late!" The eunuchs' shouts and curses echoed in her ears like the devil's curse. There was no trace of human warmth on their faces, only flattery of power and wanton bullying of the weak.

Su Jin's consciousness gradually faded. She felt as if she were in an endless, dark abyss, and everything around her seemed distant and unreal. Her past life in the modern world resurfaced before her eyes: those sunny days, those moments filled with laughter and hope. Compared to the pain she felt now, the beauty of the past seemed so far away, filling her heart with endless resentment and despair.

However, how could a soul that had traveled through time and space willingly surrender? "I can't die like this. I must live! My fate is in my own hands!" A firm and stubborn voice echoed from the depths of her nearly fainting mind, like a ray of light in the darkness, giving her the last bit of strength to hold on.

Finally, the eunuchs grew tired of beating her. They were panting, their clothes soaked with sweat. "We'll let you go today. If you don't repent, you'll die next time!" With that, they cursed and left the cold palace. The chaotic footsteps gradually faded away, leaving Su Jin alone in this place filled with blood and pain.

Su Jin collapsed on the stone bed, her soul drained from her, leaving only a broken shell. Her breathing was rapid and weak, each breath bringing a piercing pain, as if thousands of needles were piercing her lungs. Tears flowed uncontrollably from her eyes, mixing with the blood and dirt on her face, forming a series of dirty streaks that made her look utterly miserable.

She turned her head with difficulty, surveying the dilapidated cold palace. The walls were covered in moss and cobwebs, their erosion leaving them crumbling. The paper covering the windows had long since ripped, and the cold wind blew in recklessly through the cracks, bringing with it the chill and relentlessness of winter, further shivering in her already chilled body. Scattered on the ground were shabby debris, exuding a decaying smell, as if telling of the tragic story of this place's past.

"What the hell happened? Didn't I fall from the building while picking up takeout? Why am I in this hellish place?" Su Jin cried out in pain, her voice echoing deep within her heart, but she couldn't find the answer. At this moment, memories that didn't belong to her flooded into her mind like a surging tide.

It turned out that she was now the emperor's abandoned concubine. Once, she had been favored by the emperor for her beauty and talent, but because she accidentally offended the powerful Concubine Shu, she was falsely accused of a serious crime and was banished to the cold palace, where she lived a life worse than death.

Su Jin struggled to process these unfamiliar memories, her fear gradually replaced by anger and pity. "Why? Why can they just decide her fate?" She gritted her teeth and vowed to get out of here and make those who hurt her pay a heavy price.

Su Jin tried to sit up, but the excruciating pain blinded her and she nearly fainted. She took a deep breath, swallowing the pain, and supported herself with trembling hands, moving slowly. Each movement intensified the pain in her wounds, as if countless knives were cutting into her skin. But she didn't give up, her faith driving her on.

Finally, she sat up against the wall, breathing heavily. Sweat dripped from her forehead, streaked across her pale cheeks, and dripped onto her bloodstained clothes. Her face was as pale as paper, but her eyes gleamed with a resolute light, a desire to survive, a determination for revenge.

"I must survive and I must change all this!" Su Jin kept repeating this sentence in his heart to encourage himself.

At this moment, the wounds on her body were still oozing blood, staining her clothes even more crimson. Su Jin looked down at her scarred body, her heart filled with sadness. But she knew that now was not the time to feel sorry for herself. She had to find a way to stop the bleeding, otherwise she would die from excessive blood loss before she had a chance to take revenge.

She looked around, hoping to find something to bandage the wound. Finally, her eyes fell on a tattered piece of cloth. Su Jin struggled to reach for it, gritted her teeth, and wrapped it tightly around the wound. Each time she wrapped it around her, she felt a sharp pain, but she bit her lip tightly to prevent herself from crying out. Her lip was bitten, and blood oozed out, but she was completely unaware.

After treating her wound, Su Jin leaned against the wall, closed her eyes, and tried to regain some strength. At this moment, she suddenly heard footsteps outside the door. Her nerves instantly tensed up, and her heart was filled with fear.

"Could it be that those eunuchs are back again?" Su Jin's heartbeat quickened rapidly, his hands tightly grasping the corners of his clothes, his knuckles turning white from the force.

The door was slowly pushed open, and a thin figure walked in timidly. Su Jin stared at the door vigilantly, and when he saw who it was, he breathed a sigh of relief.

The one who came in was a young palace maid, who looked no more than thirteen or fourteen years old, with a pretty face but eyes full of fear and uneasiness. She was holding a tattered tray with a bowl of porridge and some worn-out clothes on it.

When the little palace maid saw Su Jin's miserable condition, a trace of sympathy flashed in her eyes.