"Weichen has taken him back to Prison No. 01." Meng Yi replied respectfully.

"Take me with you. I have something to ask him."

"Yes!" Meng Yi agreed and led the way obediently.

After leaving the torture chamber, he turned another corner and reached the deepest part of the entire cell.

Opening an extremely heavy iron door, a faint smell of blood floated out.[

Feng Lingyan's heart skipped a beat, she tightened her cloak tightly and walked into the iron gate.

The prison is narrowed by stone walls and extremely dark.

The sun is shining brightly outside, but not a single bit of light can shine in here.

The cold air is approaching.

There was some hay spread in the corner of the wall, and Gong Yanmo was sitting on the hay wearing the set of fine iron shackles.

He was still wearing the same white shirt, which was speckled with dark brown blood stains.

The four nails at the wrist are still firmly nailed there, and some pus has formed in the wound...

He sat there with his eyes closed, seemingly asleep.

When I heard the three of them coming in, I didn't open my eyes at all.

He was obviously in such a miserable state, with shackles and shackles added to his body. Not only did he not feel as miserable as a prisoner, but he felt a little more elegant.

Except that his face is a little pale, he is still elegant and handsome, which makes people heart-throb.

"Hey! The person named Gong, why don't you be polite when you see the prince?!"

The leader of the jailers tried his best to curry favor with Feng Lingyan, the fake prince, and shouted loudly.

Feng Lingyan glanced at him and said coldly: "Is there room for you to speak here?"
Chapter completed!