The Imprisoned Princess

"Here it was."

Feleton stopped, gazing at the bedchamber doors before him—there was not a single moving soul here. The sounds of guards battling Lesser Evil Spirits had all faded into the distance, as though this bedchamber and the other inner palace courts belonged to two separate worlds. Great patches of black paint had peeled from the doors, curling into mottled flakes. Mud and dust blanketed the ground beneath their feet; clearly, no one had tended this place for a very long time.

He could not help baring his fangs.

Though he had long learned of the prison's condition through intelligence reports, seeing it with his own eyes still filled him with uncontrollable fury.

High-ranking Bloodkin did indeed have the custom of building tombs and indulging in long slumber, but that was wholly different from deliberate isolation and imprisonment.

On the contrary, forcibly assigning a Bloodkin's dwelling place was a grave humiliation—no one would ever place a prison on the same footing as a tomb where one could sleep in peace.

Li removed the partition and lifted Qian Yan from the cart. "Next, we should lift the restriction?"

"Correct. This door is merely a decoy; the sorcery covering the entire hall is the key." Feleton nodded to Qian Yan. "Please use the technique I taught you to reverse the seal. It will only react to the magic of a primordial bloodline."

"Is someone outside?" A voice suddenly came from a narrow opening in the wall.

"It's a woman." Li's ears twitched.

"If you're bringing food, today seems much earlier than usual." The voice continued, "Did something good happen?"

"Talk to me. I won't mention it to anyone else."

"Anything will do."

"Is it day or night outside now? Is it sunny or rainy? I overslept several days ago and lost