"without……"

Rong Yuanyou was about to say no when Rong Xuqing covered his mouth.

Oh yes, Chaoxi doesn’t know that we can hear her thoughts.

It’s not that they wanted to deliberately eavesdrop on Chaoxi’s thoughts.

The family had discussed before whether or not to let Chaoxi know about this, but after they themselves got involved, they immediately rejected it.

If Chaoxi knew that her voice could be heard, she would not think it was a big deal since she is still young.

But as I grow older, I will subconsciously suppress my thoughts, restrain myself, and dare not think about things in my heart.

This will cause her a psychological burden and even make her want to avoid everyone.

Therefore, they decided to pretend they didn't know and wait and see what would happen next.

Perhaps it was God's arrangement that they could hear Chaoxi's voice and let Chaoxi change their destiny.

Perhaps when Chaoxi's power grows stronger, her inner voice will be able to shut itself off.

…

The next day.

The weather was fine, the sun rose early, shining its rays on the earth and melting the last trace of silver.

Tick-tock...

The night dew on the branches was carried down by the melted snow, forming small puddles on the ground.

huff—

In less than two seconds, the servant swept it into the withered grass with a broom, nourishing the vitality of the upcoming spring buds.

It was very quiet in the general's mansion. The only sounds could be heard: the breeze, the chirping of birds, and the sounds of people sweeping and walking.

There is no longer the lively conversation of the past.

The lazy and cunning guys have become unusually well-behaved today.

The general and his wife were thrown into prison, and soldiers were guarding outside the mansion. Everyone was filled with fear and anxiety.

The boss is kind and never causes trouble, the wages are generous and never delayed, and you can rest after the work is done. Such a good job is about to be gone, how can you laugh?

At this time, perhaps only the maids and servants around the master were still eating, drinking, chatting and laughing as usual.

As long as the master doesn't panic, they won't be in chaos.

Of course, there are other concerns.

"I don't know what the environment in prison is like. I wonder if Madam can bear it." Yan Zhu said this for the fifth time today.

"Don't worry, Sister Yanzhu. Jiang Shaoqing is in the Dali Temple. He will definitely help the general and his wife." Luokui comforted her softly.

"Even if someone helps, it's still a prison cell. Madam, you are a princess and you have never suffered such injustice." As he spoke, Yan Zhu's eyes began to turn red.

The lady kept saying that she had her own plan, but what exactly was that plan to put herself in jail?

"No, I have to go to the prison to visit my wife and bring her some food and clean clothes. She definitely can't swallow the food in the prison..." Yan Zhu began to pack up his things.

…

Dali Temple.

In the dark and damp underground cell, a pungent musty smell permeated the air.

Strong sunlight shone in through the narrow iron window, casting the only light on the dungeon.

The evaporation of water vapor also covered the prison with a layer of white mist.

In the light and shadow cast by the iron window, a mouse slid past quickly and entered the hay bed nearby.

The man lying on the bed, wearing a dirty white prison uniform with a big "Prisoner" written on the back, suddenly reached out and grabbed the little mouse that had crawled into his bed and was making trouble.

"You idiot! You've got the wrong person to cause trouble!" The man looked at the little mouse in front of him coldly, with murderous intent in his eyes.

"Chichi..." The little mouse screamed and struggled desperately.

She opened her mouth and was about to bite the man's hand. The man narrowed his eyes slightly and pressed his fingers together tightly.

The next moment, the struggling mouse in his hands lost its life in an instant, and its head and long tail drooped down.

The man squinted at the bright iron window, then raised his hand and threw the dead mouse out of the window.

"Ah——!" People passing by outside were startled and screamed.

When Yan Zhu saw that it was a rat that hit his leg, he took several steps back and almost knocked over the food box in his hand. He was helped by the accompanying yamen runner and was able to stand firmly.

"Thank you...thank you." Yan Zhu's heart was pounding. She had never seen such a scene before.

He quickly opened the food box and took a look. Seeing that the food inside was safe, he felt relieved.

But the thought of his wife living in a dungeon full of rats made his chest ache uncontrollably.

My wife, when have you ever suffered so much?

Yan Zhu felt sad for Qin Nanjing and followed the yamen runner.

When I arrived at the cell door and stood in front of the dim passage leading to the underground, a damp and moldy smell hit my nose.

Yan Zhu's already ugly expression became even uglier, and her eyes began to turn red, as if she was about to go to jail, with resistance written all over her face.

"This...is this kind of place really habitable? What must Madam endure to spend a night here..." she muttered to herself.

"Miss Yanzhu, what are you doing standing there?" Yanzhu was about to walk into the dungeon when the yamen runner leading the way called out to her, "General Rong and Madam Rong's residence is not yet here. It's over here."

Rock Bamboo???

residence?

Aren't the general and his wife here to serve their sentence? If not in a cell, where else could they live?

Yan Zhu continued to walk forward with the yamen runner with a confused look on his face.

Walk along the road in front of the dungeon, turn right, and walk a few more steps, and you will arrive at "Shaoqing Hall".

Shaoqing Hall is where the two Shaoqings of the Dali Temple handle cases and rest on weekdays. The left room is Jiang Lingyu's residence.

"Miss Yanzhu, General Rong and his wife live in the left room. Please go there on your own. I won't take you in." The bailiff pointed out the direction and then retreated.

Yanzhu stood outside the Shaoqing Hall, still unable to react.

After being stunned for a moment, she breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, the lady was not wronged.

Although the yard looks simple, it is neat and clean and is a place where people can live.

Yan Zhu stepped inside and just as he reached the door of the left room and was about to knock on it, a loud shout suddenly came from inside.

"Rong Baichuan!"

"You've become so capable! You even dare to lie to me! What are you hiding? If you don't tell me today, I'll chop you off immediately!" The emperor slammed the table in anger, and the wrinkles between his brows deepened a little bit in anger.

"Your Majesty, please don't get angry easily. Be careful not to hurt your liver." Rong Baichuan handed the emperor a cup of flattering hot tea.

"I didn't lie to you. I was just afraid that if you knew the whole story, you wouldn't be able to get angry with me and the show would be ruined."

"Do you think I'm such a waste as you?" The emperor rolled his eyes at him, picked up the teacup and took two sips to calm himself down.

"What exactly is going on here? If you don't tell me clearly, I will let you go immediately!" the emperor threatened.

"Hmm..." Rong Baichuan hesitated and looked at Qin Nanjing.

Qin Nan nodded.

It’s better to tell His Majesty. If he is really deceived by the incident instigated by the Northern Barbarians and kills Rong Baichuan, it will be a real disaster.

"Okay, I've told you, you have to cooperate with me." Rong Baichuan wanted to make it clear with him first.

"You speak first. I'll listen and then decide whether to cooperate." The emperor would not make promises easily.

He crossed his legs and looked leisurely at Rong Baichuan who was kneeling on the ground, raising his eyebrows: Speak!