A female wax figure dressed as a maid ran up to her, picked up the severed hand, and deftly reattached it to the noblewoman. At the same time, it turned its head to the side and gave Xin Huohuo a ghastly smile that sent a chill down her spine.
All the "people" seemed completely normal, no different from living beings. Xin Huohuo felt as if she had been dropped into a Qing dynasty court drama; everyone standing there seemed to be breathing. But when one of them opened its mouth, it was a dark, gaping hole. Even its teeth were black, like a bottomless abyss.
There was an old legend: if you often ate the dead, your teeth would turn black.
Xin Huohuo's hair stood on end. She heard the woman with her back to them crying mournfully, "Your Highness, what is this thing you speak of? Your servant truly does not know. Please, at least give me a hint, so that your servant might know ********."
"Still playing stubborn!" So the noblewoman was the Princess Consort!
