"Unconscious? For months? The Imperial Family invited Alchemists from far and wide?" Hui Tianshuang murmured, her gaze shifting rapidly.
Some hazy memories began to surface.
She finally remembered encountering her second uncle on her way back to her chambers, just before she planned to enter seclusion to break through to Dou Zun.
Her second uncle had given her a ring, claiming it could help her reach Dou Zun. Though suspicious, she had not refused it, intending to have a maid take it away once she returned to the Bedchamber.
But after putting on the ring, she had suddenly felt a tremor from deep within her bloodline, followed by dizziness. Then she had lost consciousness.
When she awoke again, her consciousness was already trapped in this endless prison of green mist.
"So months have already passed outside. No wonder it felt so long."
Hui Tianshuang's consciousness flickered. She bowed solemnly to Chu Zhou's divine soul projection. "Thank you for helping me, sir, and stabilizing my heart and soul."
"I lost my composure just now. Forgive my embarrassing display."
Chu Zhou accepted her bow without hesitation and said, "Your Majesty, do you know that the Nine-Headed Heavenly Snake seal trapping your consciousness is connected to your bloodline? Were you willingly accepting some sort of inheritance?"
"Inheritance?" At his words, bitter coldness and mockery crossed Hui Tianshuang's face—the icy fury of someone betrayed by her own kin. "No, Mr. Chu. This was no inheritance I willingly accepted. I fell victim to a plot. I was set up!"
She drew a deep breath. Though she was only a consciousness form, she could almost feel rage surging in her chest.
"You saw the Nine-Headed Heavenly Snake. What trapped me must be the mutated Nine-Headed Heavenly Snake Soul Curse within the Ancient Heavenly Snake Clan's bloodline."