Shen Qing couldn't help but ask in a hoarse voice, "Where... where is this?"
The words had barely left her lips when she froze, a flicker of pleasant surprise following immediately after.
It might have been due to her constitution, but the poison that bastard Prince Cheng had fed her seemed to have been neutralized. However, when she spoke, her throat was still dry and sore. Her voice was coarse and low, like that of an old woman—horrible to listen to.
But at least she could communicate now.
However, the women around her were all lost in their own crying, clearly with no energy to answer her question.
Only the little girl who had first woken Shen Qing glanced at her in astonishment, seemingly not expecting her voice to sound like that. Biting her lip slightly, she whispered, "Ma'am, you don't remember how you got here? We've... we've been captured by human traffickers..."
'Human traffickers?'
