She opened her eyes, and she was greeted by a purple tent. Where is this?

Could it be that this is heaven, or maybe she's out of bed, "You're awake!" This voice was familiar, so far, such a hoarse voice, she had only heard it from Sakura's mouth.

She has some hatred for Saizakura, because she thinks she is an out-and-out slave, not only for her identity, but also for her soul. And she has some sympathy for her, and people who have never lived according to their own will are more pathetic than those who are oppressed by life.

"Where is this?" She stroked her forehead and asked Sakura.

Why is she here, isn't she still being burned at the stake?

Sakura replied in a hoarse voice, "This is your palace, the Scarlet Snow Palace." ”

"Scarlet Snow Palace?" She muttered to herself.

A palace of red snow? Snow and blood are harmonic, that is, the red blood palace? Hehe, the name she likes. But when did she have this palace?

"When will I have a palace? Am I not a death criminal? When did you change your identity? She laughed to herself.

"Yesterday, the king named you the Snow Concubine and gave you the Scarlet Snow Palace." She said respectfully.

"I'm made a concubine?" She said in surprise. She didn't know what he was thinking, the person who was going to kill her yesterday became her husband today? Ha! How ironic.

Her gaze grew colder.

"Yes. The king appointed you to sleep this evening. She said calmly, but this sentence hit her hard in the heart, making her face turn white in an instant.

Let her sleep? Hum! Is it to make her a concubine just to torture her more conveniently? You'd be doing it again.

"Huh." She sneered.

"The king said you should wear this." Out of nowhere, Sakura took an almost transparent pajama and put it in front of her.

What is the difference between wearing such thin clothes and not wearing them? What exactly does he mean?

She pushed away the garment that was disgusting her.

Sakura picked it up from the ground and said to her with a blank face, "The king said, if you don't like it, then don't wear anything." ”

"What will happen if I don't listen to him? Dead? She said harshly.

"It's not that simple." Sakura replied to her.

She struggled to understand what Sakura meant, wasn't it that simple? Is it like the man in the prison? I can't die if I want to die, I can't live if I want to live, hovering on the edge of life and death, but there is no day that makes you happy?

She was afraid, indeed afraid, that if she was given a choice between torture and submission, then she would rather choose death.

She never seemed to be so powerless as she is now, and her previous anger turned into grievance. She clenched her fists, her nails digging into her flesh, and her body trembled. Tears swirled in several circles in the eye sockets and slipped down the corners of the eyes.

Sakura wiped away her tears with her hands, and she looked up at Sakura's eyes, which were still as deep as a black hole.

Sai Sakura's voice was hoarse, "There are many things in the world that will not be satisfactory, but no matter what, you still have to face it, and only by facing it will there be hope." You don't want to be at the mercy of others, you want to control your own life, but if you don't become strong, then you are destined to be trampled under the feet for the rest of your life, and there will never be a time to turn over. Patience for a moment does not mean eternal submission, it is just a tactic. You have to learn to be patient. ”

When Sakura said this, she didn't use an honorific title, but "you". She always thought that Sakura was following the rules, but she never thought that she had never seen through her.

Do you really want her to wear this dress and flatter him? Is it really for her to be like other women, shamelessly flattering him......

She looked at the clothes in Saisakura's hand. Does it have to be like this?

She reached out and snatched the dress from Sakura's hand, squeezing it in her hand, hard. The strength of her whole body seemed to be sucked away by this dress, and then, her hand gradually let go......