Chapter 2: Wash Up and Wait for Her Majesty the Queen

A cold wind blew into the room from beyond the iron bars.

Deathly gray tiles covered the entire cell, which was about twenty square meters.

Inside, there was nothing but a lonely cross.

Beyond the high iron window, a cold, lonely moon cast its oblique light onto the floor.

The girl, Li Ruoxi, was bound to the cross.

The cold wind brushed against her body.

A thin gauze was wrapped carelessly around her, and the cold raised tiny goosebumps on her smooth, delicate skin.

In the dim light, her petite, shapely figure was visible.

Her long lashes trembled slightly, and Li Ruoxi frowned as if having a nightmare.

Her forehead was covered in tiny sweat beads.

Her dry, cracked lips parted slightly as she breathed lightly, revealing half a row of full, clean teeth.

Her delicate nose was also dotted with tiny sweat droplets, as if morning dew had settled there.

Li Ruoxi opened her eyes.

Those clear, bright, slightly tired eyes saw this world for the first time.

—

Li Ruo felt very cold, as if he wasn’t wearing any clothes.

The wind here was like the chilling wind from deep mountains.

As a frail person, he usually paid great attention to health maintenance.

He had clearly covered himself with a blanket and set the air conditioner to 26 degrees Celsius in energy-saving mode, so why was it so cold?

The first thing Li Ruo did upon waking was to pull the spare sheet from beside the bed.

As for turning off the AC and opening the window, he was too lazy to do that while half-asleep.

Something was wrong.

Li Ruo’s consciousness gradually cleared.

When he tried to move his hand just now, he couldn’t.

More importantly, what was this…?

Li Ruo looked around, examined his hands, and noted the distance from the ground.

Was he standing?

A prison? Imprisonment?

Then he struggled hard, trying to break free from his restraints.

“Hey, hey, hey! Is anyone there?”

In his panic, Li Ruo forgot he was imprisoned.

The more he shouted for help, the more his heart pounded.

“This is illegal! Let me out! I’ll even work for you! I don’t have any money to give you—hey!”

As he said this, a thought flashed through his mind.

Organ trafficking?

His face froze.

His neck stiffened, and his throat went dry.

His mind involuntarily conjured bloody images.

Stopping his blind struggle, Li Ruo carefully examined the fastenings of the chains binding his wrists and ankles.

Li Ruo discovered something unexpected.

“Huh?”

“Huh… This… is a girl?”

He hadn’t noticed it at first, but now he realized that this smooth, delicate skin was actually his own?

And this voice had become a weak, girlish tone; even if he wanted to shout, it came out feeble.

Pursing his lips, Li Ruo fell into thought.

This was all so bizarre…

He was sleeping in his room, and suddenly he was here.

Was it a dream?

So real.

The cold wind convected from the iron window and the bars, a damp, chilling breeze constantly brushing against her skin.

It was too cold to be a dream.

‘Sleep. If you fall asleep, you can leave here.’

Li Ruo thought.

The coldness faded, and her body slowly grew warm.

A stream of heat flowed inside her.

Li Ruo breathed slowly and evenly.

With long, steady breaths, his head grew heavy and he drifted into sleep.

—

After an unknown amount of time, Li Ruo heard someone open the iron gate.

She tried to open her eyes but couldn’t.

“My Lady, this is the RH-negative blood you require.”

“Mm.”

One was an old man’s deep, resonant voice.

The soft hum in response was a young woman’s voice.

A pain shot through her wrist.

Li Ruo could only frown, unable to open her eyes no matter how hard she tried.

Drip…

Drip…

The wound continued to ache with a pain like ants ceaselessly biting.

The heat inside her slowly drained from that spot.

Drip…

Li Ruo heard this.

‘Am I bleeding?’

‘What are these people doing? Why am I still dreaming?’

Countless questions filled his mind.

“My Lady, how is it?”

The old man’s resonant voice spoke again.

Li Ruo heard a slurp, soft.

Lips touched her wrist—light, soft, with a hint of coolness.

After savoring it, the “Lady” from the old man’s mouth let out a satisfied sound.

“Ha~”

A soft exhale.

Li Ruo felt a cold chill sweep over her wrist.

That tingling sensation disappeared under the cold.

“Rare Golden Blood~ indeed as delicious as the legends say.

You did well, Pigusi.”

“It’s my pleasure to serve you, My Lady.”

The girl’s affirmation made the old man slightly excited.

“Tonight, I will take her away.”

An unquestionable command, the girl had decided Li Ruo’s fate with those words.

“It is her honor,” Pigusi replied respectfully.