Xiao Wenyao, after returning from the barbarian tribe's camp where she had been held captive, stayed in her room at the Prince's Mansion, lying listlessly on the bed without moving.
Her world now seemed entirely devoid of color, everything before her eyes was monochrome, and her mind was blank.
She could never have imagined that her father, for the sake of his ambition, would go so far as to poison even his own wife.
Her mother had grown up with him since childhood; if it were any ordinary woman, it would be one thing, but they grew up together and became husband and wife by mutual consent.
Logically, their affection should have been deep-seated, and she had believed so in the past.
However, all this was merely her wishful thinking.
At that moment, a faint voice reached Xiao Wenyao's ears, growing louder, and she started to recover from her disoriented state.
Upon hearing the voice that drifted in through the window, Xiao Wenyao was stunned.
What was that sound?