The autumn rain incessantly drizzled down.
Mixed with the wind, it whipped up spirals, blowing down the yellow leaves that filled the garden, and adorned the land with a golden hue. On the big trees, which still clung to a few scattered dead leaves, several cold crows were cawing noisily, disturbing the mind and unsettling the heart. The wind, carrying with it thin, icy raindrops, chilled one to the bone.
It was as if they were accusing the heavens of injustice. This autumn rain had been ongoing for several days and had yet to stop.
Within the pitch-dark sky prison, Liu Sisi, with her eyes downcast, leaned against the wall, sleeping in a heavy stupor.
Even in her dreams, she slept uneasily, her brows tightly furrowed, showing no sign of relaxation.
Several days before, an Empress' Edict had summoned her to the palace.