Only a faint ray of light shone through the crack above the wall in the cold, damp dungeon.

There was a musty smell in the air, and the silence around was terrible, oppressive and hopeless.

Here, all the most heinous people are being held, waiting for them to be executed.

Wearing shackles and shackles, they sat against the wall in prison clothes, their eyes glazed over, and they did not react even when someone passed by the door.

Jiang Wan retracted her gaze, and the numb expressions of the prisoners always appeared in her mind. It's like despair after an active struggle, and you can only wait for death to come.

Soon, Jiang Wan and Bei Jinchuan followed the jailer to the door of a cell.

"My lord, it's here."

The jailer's respectful cell door opened and stepped aside.

Jiang Wan looked at the people inside and was silent.

It's only been a few days, Ding Guizhuan seems to be a teenager old, his face is decadent, his body is messy, and his already thin body is even thinner.

His prison uniform looked empty on him, his chin was thinner and pointer, and his eyes looked like they were about to pop out.

Jiang Wan stood in front of him, her white clothes seemed to be incompatible with this. It took Ding Gui a long time to recover and raise his neck stiffly.

"I didn't expect you to really give up on your son."

Ding Guishuo's hollow eyes were a little dodgy, and he squirmed his chapped lips.

"I... I don't understand what you're talking about. ”

The voice was a little hoarse.

Jiang Wan walked around the cell with her hands in her hands, glanced at Ding Huacai, who was locked up next door, and smiled.

"How can someone like you who dotes on his son let the Ding family's incense be cut off."

Ding Guizhuan didn't dare to look at the young man's clear eyes at all, as if everything was nowhere to hide in front of him.

"You'd rather be the only one on trumped-up charges than confess to the person behind the scenes, unless..."

Jiang Wan paused, looking at Ding Guishuo's flustered expression, her voice was not loud or small, just so that Ding Guizhuan and his son Ding Hua in the cell on the other side could hear it.

"Ding Huacai is not your only son."

"You exchange Ding Huacai's life for the life of your son who is hiding outside.!"

Ding Guishuan seemed to suddenly go crazy when he heard this, "No, it's not like that. He became insane, as if in pain, and kept repeating a sentence from his mouth.

Ding Hua, who was on the other side, immediately got up from the ground when he heard this, grabbed the cell door, and looked incredulous.

"No way, I'm my father's only son! He can't have any other children, that slut's child I've obviously been poisoned, it's impossible to be alive! ”

He clutched the cell door and shouted hysterically, his eyes bloodshot.

The air was quiet again, Ding Guizhuan finally stopped his madness, he got up tremblingly, shook his body and slowly walked to Ding Huacai's side, his eyes were splitting and he wanted to rush over and hit him.

"Rebel, it turns out that you caused Yao'er to almost die, you evil obstacle! You're going to kill my Ding family! ”

In prison, the father and son turned against each other and scolded each other, it wasn't for the prison door, they had already rushed over and beat each other.

The speculation has been confirmed, and there is no need for Jiang Wan to stay here to watch their dog-eat-dog drama.

Bei Jinchuan's face was flat, and he didn't seem surprised by the truth at all.

"Did you already know?"

He raised an eyebrow and scoffed.

"So what? It's just an outcast, and no matter what the truth is, that's how it turns out. ”

Jiang Wan was suddenly silent, she understood what King Qi meant, even if His Majesty knew that the mastermind behind the scenes was King Qing, he would only stop at Ding Huacai.

There was a long silence.

Bei Jinchuan suddenly took the young man's hand and walked out, and he saw the young man's beautiful eyes with doubt.

chuckled.

"Isn't there one more thing? Why don't you go about confirming? ”

Jiang Wan looked at the smile on Bei Jinchuan's handsome face, and quickly avoided her gaze.

Bei Jinchuan saw that the young man's white ears were glowing with a faint pink, and his happy steps were much lighter. The suppressed irritability just now was swept away.

They came to another cell, where dozens of people were being held, and the Ding family except for Ding Guishuan and his son were all here.

Jiang Wan watched a man curl up in a corner, and sure enough, she saw a large mole between the tiger's mouth on his right hand.

She walked up to the man, looking at him condescendingly with a human skin mask in her hand.

"We meet again."

The man suddenly burst out laughing gloomily when he saw what Jiang Wan was doing.

When he was tired of laughing, he leaned against the corner of the wall, not afraid at all,

"You've found out, but you'll never know what it will do."

He looked at Jiang Wan defiantly, his eyes staring at the beautiful young man in front of him, and there was an obscene and obsessive expression on his face.

"Such a teenager plays... Hmm..."

As soon as he spoke, Bei Jinchuan quickly covered Jiang Wan's ears and kicked him to the ground.

The man struggled to get up from the ground, blood oozing from the corners of his mouth, and he spat out a mouthful of blood and a few teeth inside.

Jiang Wan raised her head and blinked at Bei Jinchuan.

Bei Jinchuan looked down at the young man who was pressed in his arms, his Adam's apple rolling, and his voice was dumb. "Dirty."

Jiang Wan understood what he meant, but she hadn't finished asking yet.

She browled her eyebrows, looked at Bei Jinchuan and said thank you sincerely.

Bei Jinchuan's heart slowed down slightly, and he didn't know why he did that.

He went to war at a young age, experienced the most brutal darkness, knew the ugliness of human nature, and saw many evils.

Maybe it's subconscious, or maybe it's because you don't want the young man's clean eyes to be stained.

Bei Jinchuan stood beside the young man and looked at the man cautiously.

"What secrets do you hide? Why do you wear a human skin mask? ”

The man just wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his fingers, and looked at Jiang Wan and sneered.

He looked crazy, and his gaze did not converge in the slightest, but became more and more explicit.

"Guess what."

Bei Jinchuan's face was gloomy, if he hadn't been dragged by the young man to the corner of his clothes, he couldn't help but go up and give him two more feet.

As soon as he finished speaking, his lips suddenly turned black, and he fell to the ground, and with a twitch of his feet, he died.

Bei Jinchuan stepped forward to sniff and shook his head at Jiang Wan.

Jiang Wan's face was solemn, something was beyond expectations.

She didn't expect that the man still had poison in his mouth, and he didn't want to reveal it until he died.

Now things are getting a little in trouble.

What secrets is he hiding?

Walking on the street, Jiang Wan was still restless. I don't know when Bei Jinchuan bought a handful of sugar gourds and handed them to Jiang Wan like a trick.

Jiang Wan looked stunned, looked at Bei Jinchuan and then looked at the handful of sugar gourds in front of her, and had a headache after confirming that she was not dazzled, but she felt that the scene in front of her seemed familiar.

Bei Jinchuan coughed dryly and opened his eyes.

"I just bought it when I was passing by, and there are too many of them for this king to eat, so I will eat them for you."

After sighing countless times in her heart, she reluctantly took the sugar gourd, looking at the handful of sugar gourd in her hand, Jiang Wan not only felt heavy in her hands, but also in her heart.

Although she also knew that King Qi was changing ways to make her happy, but it was not a way to go on like this, she had to find an opportunity to make it clear to King Qi.

But when she raised her eyes and saw the corners of someone's mouth raised, she swallowed the words silently to her lips.

That's it, it's good that you're happy.

Jiang Wan walked on the street with a large handful of sugar gourds in her hand, attracting the envious eyes of passing children.

When she was about to arrive at the Qi Palace, a begging woman on the side of the street with a little boy caught her attention.

It was her, the woman who saved her in front of Yongzentang that day, and the little boy.

There were three or two people around them, and passers-by shook their heads and sighed at their mother and son.

"Hey, he's a hard-working man."

"I heard that she was kicked out by her in-laws, what a poor woman."

"I also heard that the drunkard couldn't find a daughter-in-law in the imperial city, hey, what's the matter, he went to a foreign place and came back with a daughter-in-law..."

Passers-by whispered, and occasionally sympathists threw a few pieces of silver into the bowl.

Women will kowtow desperately, muttering "A good man has a safe life." ”