Bab 69: 64. Poisoned to Death

The bright light was so piercing that he couldn't open his eyes. He forcefully shut them, rushed out the door, and when he abruptly opened them again, the scenery before him had completely changed.

He was now kneeling in a cramped carriage. However, it wasn't particularly narrow; it even had a small table with tea sets, the lids of the teapots lying silently, making no sound. He couldn't feel any jolting either, so it seemed that the carriage was not in motion.

He looked down at himself, dressed in a dark cyan one-piece robe, different from what he used to wear as the Crown Prince. The left front of the robe he was wearing now was very long, wrapping around from the right to his back and then to the front again. The belt was also tied very tightly around his waist, resembling the waist-binding of a woman.