"Sheng'er, this matter is over."

Qi Sheng lost his composure and turned back to lie on the bed.

Qi Yu, the head of the Qi family and Qi Sheng's father, looked at Qi Sheng in front of him with grief. There were so many unspeakable words in his heart. He opened his mouth but couldn't say them.

Finally, he stopped in front of Qi Sheng's door for a while, then turned and left.

Qi Sheng lay sideways facing the wall, curled up.

He could no longer maintain his manly demeanor, his eyes already filled with tears.

A year later, Qi Sheng wandered on the streets, no longer as heroic as before, but like a soulless walking corpse.

Palace guards are being recruited outside the palace gate.

Qi Sheng has been able to see Jia Tongshu in his mind almost every moment over the past year. He lives in pain but cannot meet her, which makes him feel like he would rather die than live.

He then entered the palace.

The journey to meet her was full of twists and turns, and later he was promoted to a first-class guard, able to move freely in the harem.

Not long after being promoted, he ran into her while on patrol that night. There was blood flowing from the blood hole on her forehead, which looked horrifying.

At this moment, the longing in my heart completely turned into anger, and my eyes were full of flames.

It has been a long time since we last met, and it was unexpected that I met her in this way. Moreover, her injuries looked extremely serious.

"Come here, bring Concubine Jia back and send the imperial physician to treat her."

Several people behind him took Concubine Jia away.

After watching Concubine Jia leave, Qi Sheng turned around and looked at the Wanti Tower in front of him, with a cold light flashing in his eyes.

He tightly grasped the sword at his waist with one hand and stepped onto the Wan Ti Tower.

When he arrived here, he saw two figures running towards the left corridor above Wanti Building.

Without the help of the people inside this corridor on the left, there would be no way to escape.

After all, it's a dead end.

…

"Ouch, my butt." Zhao Ya exclaimed.

Both of them landed on their buttocks.

At this time, Bai Yinglin and Zhao Ya had already entered a dark space.

When the two of them pushed the door open together, somehow, the door opened quickly by itself.

They lost their balance and fell in.

"What a hell of a place! There's not even a ray of light."

Zhao Ya looked around, but it was pitch black, and she couldn't even see herself clearly.

It was also terrifyingly quiet here. No one could imagine a place so quiet that one could hear the sound of one's own blood flowing.

"Don't talk. It's not only pitch black in here, but also eerily quiet. More importantly, the air is extremely thin. We need to bend our legs slightly. After all, the air here only reaches our shoulders, and by the time it reaches our noses, we can only breathe in the thin oxygen with difficulty."

"What do you mean? I don't understand."

Zhao Ya didn't understand what Bai Yinglin meant at all, but she could clearly feel that her chest was stuffy, as if she couldn't breathe. She didn't say much and squatted down in response to Bai Yinglin's words.

In fact, when Bai Yinglin noticed all this early in the morning, she had already squatted down. At this time, the oxygen content in the lower part was the highest, enough to support the breathing of the two.

Bai Yinglin felt the sound of Zhao Ya's clothes sweeping the floor as she squatted down, so she continued speaking.

"Ya'er, I'm afraid this place is not the imperial palace."

"How do you say that?"

The two of them could not sense each other's direction. Even though they could hear the faint sounds produced by their activities, here they only felt that these fragmented sounds were coming from all directions.

"Because this is underground in the palace..."