Two days later.

Shuizhou spread the news that the Emperor of Yuzhou had died at the hands of his own son.

The Prince of Yuzhou is currently on the run.

It is said that the specific situation is as follows: On the day when Guanshui Peak caught fire, people from various states had evacuated safely. After going down the mountain, people from Xuezhou left first, while people from Yuzhou and Huazhou stayed in the inn arranged by Shuizhou to rest.

That night, the Emperor of Yuzhou was stabbed by a sword and died in the inn. Two days later, the Prince of Yuzhou disappeared from the Shuizhou Palace.

General Yang Xiuyang of Yuzhou said in person that the Prince of Yuzhou had long harbored rebellious intentions. At this moment, the Prince of Yuzhou should be on his way to Yuzhou, holding the imperial seal of Yuzhou in the delusion of inheriting the throne.

Originally, everyone was skeptical about Shuizhou's statement, but Yang Xiu was the guardian general of Yuzhou and was responsible for the safety of the emperor of Yuzhou. Now, when he jumped out and said this, it was impossible not to believe it.

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Inside the dungeon.

Ji Xingzhi stood before the iron gate, lost in thought for a long time. She had been imprisoned here for seven days. She had no idea what was happening outside. Did Yuya and the others successfully escape the palace? Had news of the Emperor of Yuzhou's death spread? What was happening in Lizhou City now? Did Ling Lan hold the city securely? Where were her idiot father, her mother, and her uncle, and what were they doing?

Jiang Huan stood up from the ground, patted his robe pretentiously, walked over to Ji Xingzhi and asked in a low voice: "You seem to have a lot on your mind?"

Ji Xingzhi didn't even look at Jiang Huan, his eyes fell on the people in the cell opposite. There were also two people in the cell opposite, a man and a woman. After spending the past few days together, Ji Xingzhi found that the two people opposite were very quiet, basically didn't speak, and lived like zombies. No matter what Jiang Huan said to the people opposite, the two people opposite just pretended not to hear, and when they really couldn't stand it anymore, they rolled their eyes at him, followed by some plates and other things that could be used as weapons.

"Hey, I'm your savior after all, and this is how you treat me?" Jiang Huan couldn't help but shout when he saw Ji Xingzhi completely ignoring him.

Ji Xingzhi raised her eyebrows slightly and looked at Jiang Huan, saying as a matter of course, "I've already thanked you."

Jiang Huan looked at Ji Xingzhi, who looked like she was saying, "It's a blessing for me to be able to thank you." He couldn't help but frown: "."

Ji Xingzhi shrugged indifferently: "It's too late to regret now."

Jiang Huan's face darkened again and he simply stopped talking. He had been bickering for so many days and he had never won once.

Ji Xingzhi smiled unconsciously. Bickering with Jiang Huan was her only pleasure in this dungeon. To be honest, she admired Jiang Huan. He had been imprisoned for so many years without suffering from depression. He was still mentally normal and talkative... It wasn't easy...

Putting Jiang Huan aside, Ji Xingzhi lowered her eyelids and looked at the big lock on the iron gate. She had to give it a try no matter what. She couldn't be locked up here forever!

Thinking of this, Ji Xingzhi pulled out the only hairpin left on her head, squatted down and fiddled with the iron lock.

Seeing Ji Xingzhi actually use such a crude method to open the lock, Jiang Huan couldn't help but sneer and said, "It's useless. I told you a long time ago that this lock is blessed with spiritual power. Even I can't open it, let alone an ordinary person like you."

Before he could finish his words, there were two sounds of "click" and "click", and the iron lock opened. The smile on Jiang Huan's face suddenly froze. His expression was very ugly, and it was unclear whether he was crying or laughing.