In the middle of the Cold Palace, the entire courtyard is overgrown with barren gra*s, with only various tiny insects circling and whirling around.
It is here that Yin Xiaozhi, the former concubine, who has not been seen by the world for a long time, is imprisoned by the former King Jiayuan I.
The entire cold palace was silent, as if no one existed at all.
In the only bedroom, which is still clean, a small hole appears.
A small hole appeared on the floor.
After a long time, Yin Xiaochi, whose body was covered in mud, came out with a pile of earth in her arms.
She threw the dirt in her arms onto the ground.
Yin Xiaozhi’s flirtatious cheeks revealed a strong hatred.
”Lin Mo, I’ll be able to get out soon, I will definitely take revenge for your destruction of my Yin family!
For the past few months, Yin Xiaozhi had been carrying a close-fitting dagger every day, constantly digging the pa*sages underground.
Her delicate hands were already covered with thick calluses.
The only thing that kept her digging was the wish of her loved ones before they died.
Finally, after months of digging, she had reached the drainage channels of the palace.
Tonight, she would be able to escape from this cold palace once and for all.
Picking up the bag she had packed, Yin Xiaochi once again dug into the small tunnel.
In the tunnel, Yin Xiaozhi crawled inside with a determined face.
She could not stay in this cold palace.
Her parents’ revenge had not yet been avenged.
On the day her family was destroyed, her father’s words echoed in Yin Xiaochi’s mind.
Her heart gradually became firm.
As long as she could kill Lin Mo, no matter what price she had to pay.
Body, obedience, or anything else, she could agree to it.
Yin Xiaozhi gradually came to a white pipe with the sound of running water whistling through it.
A look of excitement appeared on Yin Xiaochi’s face.
If she was correct, this was the drainage pipe of the Wanxiang Kingdom.
If he followed this, he would be able to enter the drainage pipe.
Then he would be able to escape directly.
Hearing the sound of the water gradually diminishing, Yin Xiaochi’s face revealed a look of joy.
Yin Xiaochi had observed the pattern here.
It would not start again for fifteen minutes.
With his right hand, Yin Xiaochi took out his dagger, which had long since lost its sharpness.
With the force of his right hand, he struck it hard against the white pipe.
Once, twice, three times.
The pipe finally shattered under the weight.
Yin Xiaozhi looked at the gaping hole in the pipe, and his face showed joy.
The dagger in his hand kept sliding down, and soon an opening appeared in the pipe that would allow him to pa*s through.
Without hesitation, Yin Xiaochi winged his way straight through.
He kept crawling forward in the direction of the flowing water.
The tiny streams of water in the pipe wetted Yin’s clothes, but she did not care in the slightest.
The pipe was very long and Yin Xiaochi did not reach the head after a long crawl.
Her palms and knees were already red and sore.
Yin Xiaozhi’s face gradually turned ugly, how could this pipe be so long.
Time pa*sed by, and finally.
Yin Xiaozhi saw the exit ahead.
As soon as she climbed out of the pipe, a foul smell washed up her nose.
But she did not look the least bit disgusted, instead she had an expression of joy on her face.
For her own judgement had been correct, this was indeed the sewers of the palace.
Following the iron handrail a short distance away, she climbed upwards.
The sticky, slippery feel of it made Yin Xiaochi very tempted to let go.
But the hatred in her heart made her grip on the iron handrail tighten.
Soon she reached the bottom of the manhole cover.
She put one hand on the lid and used all her strength.
