The subordinate who was chosen to serve him was one of his close confidants. Seeing this, he gritted his teeth and said, "Your Highness, please forgive me, but that regent is too powerful. No one is willing to risk offending him to help us. If we don't find a way, we're doomed."

The Prince of Dai was furious: "What regent? The one surnamed Zu is just a high-level cultivator who suddenly bursts into power..."

As he spoke, his voice involuntarily lowered, and he cautiously glanced outside, fearing that someone might have overheard and run to report to Zu'an.

"Ouch...ouch...be gentle..."

Perhaps the shouting had aggravated his injuries, for he couldn't help but cry out.

The subordinate was startled and quickly began to gently massage him.

"What the hell are you rubbing? My kneecaps are all shattered. The more you rub, the more it hurts. Hurry up and apply more medicine, and make sure to get more juice out." The Prince of Dai ordered while cursing. It hurt when the medicine was applied, but the cool and refreshing juice was quite soothing.

"Yes, yes, yes." The subordinate nodded hurriedly, picked up the pestle, and began to vigorously pound the medicine in the jar.

Because the medicine needs to be thoroughly crushed to release its medicinal properties, the prison provided a copper pestle that was much thicker and heavier than the usual pestle. The subordinate added some herbs to the jar and kept pounding it, soon a fine sweat appeared on his forehead.

Seeing his flustered appearance, the Prince of Dai said with annoyance, "Why are you carrying such a small medicine pot? It can barely fit this copper pestle."

The subordinate was also frustrated: "There's nothing we can do, Your Highness. We're lucky if we can even find a medicine pot in the prison now."

Seeing him slowly pick up the pestle and strike it down again, the Prince of Dai felt a surge of irritation: "Hurry up."

"Good, good, good." The subordinate quickened his pace and soon exclaimed with delight, "Your Highness, the juice is coming out."

"Turn it a few dozen more times, so that the medicinal properties can be fully released." The Prince of Dai craned his neck to watch, seemingly supervising him to make sure he didn't slack off.

"Yes!" The subordinate thought to himself, "They've already fallen to such a lowly state, why are they still putting on airs like princes?"

However, given the current situation, he could only escape by relying on the Princess Consort, so he naturally dared not offend the Prince of Dai.

After a while, the herbs were mashed into a paste, and the subordinate carefully took it out and applied it to the injured knee of the Prince of Dai.

"Hiss~" The Prince of Dai gasped, feeling a bittersweet sense of satisfaction.

"Your Highness, what do you think of my suggestion?" the subordinate asked eagerly.

"You!" The Prince of Dai was about to explode in anger, but his tone softened in the end. "Even if I agreed, there's nothing I can do. Chan'er has always been a woman of her own mind, and that Zu fellow killed her father..."

"The princess is a smart woman. She must be able to distinguish between the pros and cons. The living are more important, and I will try to persuade her when the opportunity arises." The subordinate secretly sneered. Usually, the prince would boss him around, but he never expected that he would be worse than an ordinary person in this situation.

He was even willing to sacrifice his wife to save his life.

It feels pretty good to have someone else use your wife to save your life.

Thinking of the usually noble and beautiful Princess Dai, the subordinate's breathing quickened; it was really too good for that Zu fellow.

Wang said irritably, "Even if she's willing, it's no use. She's locked up now and can't even see that guy if she wants to."

"Your Highness need not worry, leave these to me. I can always find a way to send a message," the subordinate said with a smile, finally having a way to save his life.

The Prince of Dai was ultimately too embarrassed to admit it, so he could only give a vague "hmm".

He then said, "Pound some more juice out for me, and apply more medicine."

"Yes, yes, yes!"

...

The next day, while the king was sleeping, a jailer suddenly knocked on the door: "Wake up, someone has come to see you."

The Prince of Dai opened his eyes in confusion, wondering who would come to see him at a time like this.

A person completely wrapped in a cloak stood not far away, handing the jailer a silver ingot. The jailer smiled and contentedly stuffed it into his pocket: "Don't take too long."

After saying that, he left, leaving the two of them alone.

"Who are you?" The Prince of Dai looked at the cloaked man with suspicion, wondering if someone had sent him to silence him.

The thought startled him.

At this moment, the person wrapped in the cloak took off the hood, revealing a beautiful, rosy face.

"Chan'er, it's you!" The Prince of Dai was both surprised and delighted, never expecting to see her here.

"Shh!" Meng Chan put her finger to her lips, looking at the person in front of her with a complicated expression. Although he was a playboy and a good-for-nothing, he was still her husband.

"How could you be here?" After his initial confusion, the Prince of Dai was filled with doubt.

"The Meng family has a thousand-year history, so there must be some heritage." Meng Chan didn't elaborate further.

"Then get me out of here too!" the Prince of Dai said hurriedly. For some reason, he felt that Chan'er looked more beautiful than usual today.

Meng Chan seemed a little absent-minded, and it was unclear what she was thinking: "It's not possible now. Even if you were released, you would still be a wanted criminal. Let's wait for the court to go through the proper procedures."

"I'm doomed once the procedure is complete!" the Prince of Dai said, both angry and anxious.

"I rushed over here today just to put your mind at ease." Meng Chan hesitated, unsure how to tell him this.

"How can I be at ease?" The Prince of Dai was extremely anxious. Suddenly, he remembered something and hurriedly asked, "Have you seen Qiu San?"

"Qiu San? That attendant of yours? I've never seen him before." Meng Chan shook her head. She had long seen through his wicked intentions, but he was very good at pleasing the Prince of Dai and could always find him all sorts of strange and unusual things, so the Prince of Dai also favored him.

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