沈明兰最后是怎么死的，她自己也记不清了。 Executions in that era weren't exactly a walk in the park. She remembered dumplings, stench, and the blindfold over her eyes. The story goes that she was a pampered brat who burned through her family's wealth, bit everyone in the face, and ended up getting executed for treason or something equally dramatic. Exactly what happened? She's not sure. All she knows is that she's now in this cold, hard place, and she can't move.

"Ugh..." she groaned and blinked open her eyes. When she was young, she'd been a looker. Thick eyebrows, small but upturned eyes, full lips. A face that could compete with today's top models. But now? Dried, wrinkled skin stretched over her bones. She, who once walked into a room and stole the show, now looked like a ghost.

"Speak of the devil." A young girl, around sixteen, scurried over. She looked like someone borrowed her clothes from rotten cabbage. "Don't die, please, Madam. Nurse is coming."