The sleeve of her right arm still bore the hole from the grey hawk's sharp talons, and she did not care at all.
To outsiders, it seemed Consort De had lost the Emperor's favor and had been confined. Whether she could keep her life in the future was another question; it was truly tragic.
But the reality was quite the opposite. Consort De enjoyed a carefree existence, a sense of inner peace she had not felt since Brother Ming had died.
In the Imperial Animal Garden, she didn't have to concern herself with worldly affairs, didn't have to shoulder any burdens or responsibilities; she didn't have to care about anything, which was an unprecedented relief.
Sometimes she felt she was just like the beasts here, trapped in a small space, destined to stay here until old age and death, never able to see the vast outside world again.
At this moment, the tall palace gate that connected the Imperial Animal Garden with the Imperial Garden had been opened.
