In the dark, smelly, and shady cell, Song Yunping grabbed the railing.

"Bring me some water." He shouted outside, "I need some water."

After shouting for a while, two jailers came over with unhappy faces.

"What are you shouting about?" he said unhappily.

"Pour some tea." Song Yunping said unhappily.

The two jailers stared at each other.

"Song Yunping, it seems like you're getting more and more comfortable in prison?" they said.

It's fucking hard.

In the past, he pretended to be humble and kept a low profile in the Fang family. Although he felt it was hard at that time, he gritted his teeth and said that only those who endured hardships could become successful people. Sometimes when he thought back on his half-life, he admired himself very much. He probably felt that Gou Jian was no more courageous than him when he was sleeping on firewood.

But after living in this prison, I realized how damn hard it is. I couldn't endure it for two or three days, but I couldn't stand it for ten days or half a month.

What is Li Changhong doing? Why is he so slow?

"Stop talking nonsense and bring some water." Song Yunping said.

"You bastard, you're about to die, and you're so rude?" the jailer cursed.

Song Yunping looked at them coldly.

No matter who dies, I won't die!

If all of you die, I will not die!

He wanted to grab the railing and shout, "Just watch, I'm going to be let out soon!"

There were footsteps and shouts outside.

"Another serious criminal has arrived." The two jailers responded with a look of surprise, "I haven't heard of anyone getting into trouble recently."

"Bring some water to grandpa," Song Yunping shouted.

The two jailers ignored him and watched several soldiers dragging a man in. They had never seen this kind of man before and they couldn't help but stop.

Just as they were about to ask, the soldiers looked over. Their faces were full of ferocity, and the two of them were so frightened that they forgot to speak for a moment.

"Where is Song Yunping?" asked the leading soldier.

Looking for Song Yunping?

The jailer subconsciously pointed his finger over there.

The soldiers were carrying the man towards us.

"Open the door," they said.

The jailer didn't dare to ask any questions and hurried to open the door, watching the soldiers carrying the man over.

The man's clothes were tattered and his hair was disheveled, covering his head and face, but his figure looked familiar.

The soldiers had passed them and thrown the man in easily.

"This is the prisoner, look carefully," they said, pointing inside.

A guilty person?

That was a criminal wanted by imperial decree.

This is no ordinary prisoner.

The jailers were moved.

This kind of prisoner must be kept under close watch.

"To be honest, I'm not a guilty person." Song Yunping said.

The soldiers turned away without even looking at him. The jailers were relieved but terrified.

"Who is this?" A jailer wanted to take a look, but was stopped by his companions.

"My dear criminal, please don't meddle in other people's business," his companion reminded him.

It is better to have less trouble than more. The jailers turned around and left.

"But." One of them couldn't help but stop and look back, "I think this person seems..."

"Like what?" one asked.

He seems like the county magistrate. However, if you compare the county magistrate with a criminal, the narrow-minded county magistrate will probably be unhappy to know that.

"Nothing, nothing." said the jailer. "Let's go."

Watching the jailers running away, Song Yunping licked his cracked lips and cursed his mother.

"My water." He shouted. He slammed the railing hard and sat back down. "You bastards, when I get out, you'll be in trouble."

He sat for a moment looking at the man thrown to the ground.

What the hell is this?

Was he knocked unconscious or frightened?

"Get out of here. Don't occupy my land." He cursed, "Do you know who I am?

The man didn't move, so Song Yunping walked over and kicked him.

The man groaned in pain.

"Bold. I am..." he seemed to be mumbling.

"I don't care who you are..." Song Yunping cursed. Halfway through his words, he saw the man on the ground move to the side, revealing half of his face. His voice suddenly rose and changed its tone, "Ah! Lord Li!"

This happened so suddenly that I took a step back in fright, looking at the man lying on the ground in disbelief.

Was he dreaming? Or was he too injured, too hungry, too thirsty, and hallucinating?

Li Changhong?

Why is Li Changhong here?

Song Yunping rubbed his eyes and called out tentatively with a trembling voice.

"Li Changhong."

County Magistrate Li had just been thrown to the ground. He was anxious, angry and upset and fainted all of a sudden. When he woke up, he looked around in confusion.

Where is this? What happened?

Then he saw Song Yunping's face and remembered what had happened.

He cried out and sat up.

Song Yunping also cried out again.

If you mistake someone for someone else because their faces look similar, it would be too coincidental if their voices were also the same.

This person is indeed County Magistrate Li Changhong, who had just come in the morning and said he was waiting for good news.

Is this the good news?

The good news is that Li Changhong has also been imprisoned?

Before either of them could say anything, they heard voices outside.

"Lord Li."

This was also a familiar voice, and Song Yunping and County Magistrate Li both looked over.

I saw Old Mrs. Fang walk in, with only a girl by her side.

"What's wrong with you? What happened? What's going on?" She rushed over and asked in panic.

Panic, concern, and confusion…

Looking at Mrs. Fang's reaction, all kinds of thoughts flashed through County Magistrate Li's mind. The reason the officers and soldiers entered and arrested him was that he was a Jin spy.

Could this really be a misunderstanding? And it wasn't something that happened in the Fang family?

If that's the case, it would be easy.

"Mrs. Fang, why are you here?" He breathed a sigh of relief and said with all his strength, "Don't worry, I was framed. I'm not a spy for the Jin people. The higher-ups will find out."

Although his clothes were torn and his hair was disheveled, and his face was bruised from falling on the ground, he still tried his best to maintain the elegant temperament of a scholar.

And what he said was still concerned about Old Mrs. Fang. It seemed that he had no idea what had happened and just thought he was being framed.

Old Mrs. Fang looked at him, clutching the prison bars with a sad expression.

"Lord Li." She called out in a trembling voice.

County Magistrate Li tried hard to look at her and was about to force a smile when Old Lady Fang, who was squatting in front of him across the railing, suddenly spat in his face.

County Magistrate Li was caught off guard and sprayed in the face. He couldn't even open his eyes and let out a scream.

"Lord Li, I told you the whereabouts of my grandson. You are very happy, right?" said Old Mrs. Fang, and the anxiety, worry and panic on her face disappeared instantly.

She laughed out loud, her eyebrows and eyes widened, so that her expression was a little distorted.

"I'm happy too."

“I’m so happy.”

So that's it, this damn old woman!

At first, she gave up Song Yunping because Song Yunping had been exposed, and she had to make a decisive move to avoid being implicated in order to fish out Fang Chengyu's whereabouts. However, she didn't expect that this old woman was not fooled, but also wanted to use the whereabouts of her grandson to fish him out.

County Magistrate Li looked at the insane Old Lady Fang in front of him with horror and couldn't help shivering.

Why do these women of the Fang family, who have been treated like puppets and laughed at by them for more than ten years, suddenly feel so scary?