There was a sound of footsteps outside the cell, and the footsteps finally stopped outside his cell.

He raised his head slightly, then squinted his eyes to see the jailer pass a wooden tray through the gap in the cell, and then placed it on the ground.

Inside the tray, there are two cold-hard looking buns, as well as a bowl of cold water.

This is his breakfast.

That's right, it's breakfast.

He sat still, his gaze averted.

Is that cold and hard bun something that people can eat? Even if it is thrown in the mansion of a rich family, the dog raised by a rich family may not be able to eat it.

But now, he sent it in for him to eat, so that he could understand that after entering here, his situation was no longer as good as that of a rich dog?

He would rather starve than move.

He has his self-esteem, but also his principles.

He is a prince, although he has never received the most special preferential treatment, but he has not suffered too much.

Especially when it comes to food, no one really dares to treat him badly.

Entering Dali Temple, the people here obviously no longer regard him as a noble prince, but as a prisoner.

A prisoner who offended the emperor, angered the emperor, and disgraced the royal family.

The jailer only brought food and water in, so he didn't care whether the prisoners inside ate ate or not, none of this had anything to do with him, even if the prisoners were starving themselves and wanted to starve themselves to death, the prisoners deserved it.

Baili Jingxu continued to sit in place, and even squinted his eyes to nourish his spirit.

It's rare to be idle, to do nothing, not to think about anything, and to completely relax and empty yourself.

I don't know how long it was, but outside the cell, footsteps sounded again.

He was a little suspicious, was it time to deliver prison food again?

If not, then who will come?

This is really not here to deliver prison food, but I saw that the jailers standing outside were no longer one, but three.

The door of the cell was opened by them.

Then one of them, in a deep voice, scolded.

"Go, get out!"

He hesitated, could he go out now? It shouldn't be so simple, his problems haven't been explained clearly.

Out of the door of the cell, he was escorted to a relatively empty room, on the walls of the room, hung with all kinds of torture instruments, and in the middle of the room, there were even two pillars, which at first glance were used for torture.

This is the torture room, which is the special torture room of Dali Temple.

"Prince Rui, have you ever thought about it in the prison?"

The person in charge of the interrogation was the Siqing of Dali Temple.

This person is an old man in the court, upright and stubborn.

To be precise, it's also a hard bone.

At this moment, the Lord Siqing was sitting in the middle of the torture room, staring at him with burning eyes.

"That's right, why did you think about it?"

Baili Jingxu replied coldly, it's okay, he naturally won't admit it, and he is not stupid.

"Okay, it seems that you still haven't regretted it when you got here."

Lord Siqing beckoned with a calm face, and the jailers on both sides immediately understood, and pushed Baili Jingxu, who had ropes tied with his hands, to the two wooden pillars.

Looking at this posture, I probably want him to set up an interrogation.

Baili Jingxu is also a hard bone, allowing the other party to spread his hands, and then tied them to two different pillars.

He does have a body of martial arts, but when he comes here, using martial arts again will only backfire.

The defense force here is more solid than he imagined.

In addition, he will not run away, otherwise, others will only put a 'absconding' hat on his back, carrying such a notoriety.