Her mind was a tangled mess, and it took her quite a while to drift off. When she woke up again, the sky was already dark. Candles were lit in the room, along with a glowing night pearl. Four maids stood by her bedside—not just to serve her, but also to keep a close watch on her, staying by her side at all times.
Clutching the thin blanket wrapped around her, she sat up after a moment of confusion, went to the kitchen to fix herself some food, and then returned to the room to continue zoning out.
There was no escape during the walk, not when guards were stationed every three steps and sentinels posted every five steps. Any idea of fleeing was simply out of the question.
She stared blankly at the moon outside for a while and then went back to sleep.
The next day, Bei Yun arrived, bringing along iron ball fruits—and surprisingly, a God Catfish.
Iron ball fruits—they were indeed coconuts. Qiao Xiaomai's guess had been spot on.
