Zheng Quchi immediately grasped the key point: "Could it be that this Xing'an..."
Wei Yao naturally guessed her thoughts, because he had the same guess when he first found out about this matter.
"No, he is not. The Prince of Ye has been searching for this eldest prince for many years. I heard that he has a strangely shaped red spot on the back of his neck. I checked the body of the man named Xing'an, and he had nothing on him. So he cannot be the eldest prince."
"Where is the Crown Prince now? Why did he leave the palace with these armed guards?"
“This matter involves palace affairs, which is not something we outsiders can investigate. However, I’m sure the Prince of Ye will be very interested in these things,” Wei Yao said.
Zheng Quchi clasped his hands together and smiled: "That's great. As long as we report their matter, the Prince of Ye will not have time to blame us. The court's attention will also be drawn to this old mystery, and then everything will be solved."
“Indeed, if this matter is investigated, it will likely uncover many more things. The King of Ye is naturally more concerned about his offspring and the suspicious circumstances surrounding the death of the late Queen.”
"Let's send this matter back to Shengjing together with Princess Sheng'an's story, and wait for their reply. Brother Wei, are you free right now? I'd like you to take me to the prison."
"What is Madam doing in the jail?"
"I want to find that Xing'an and ask him some questions."
“But the dungeon is cold and dirty, and I’m worried that you might not be used to it.”
"That's why I asked you to come with me. I've never been to a dungeon before, but I can guess that it must be something unusual inside. But with Brother Wei by my side, at least I feel comforted. Besides, if I can't even face this little challenge, how will I cope with bigger storms in the future?"
Wei Yao smiled and said, "Okay, I'll go with you, but the dungeon isn't as scary as you think."
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The dungeon at Changxunpo was a true underground prison. They descended the stairs from the surface to the underground, where they found themselves in a primitive, excavated tunnel environment. Although spacious, it was unpaved and unwalled, and all they could see was muddy, smelly sand.
The temperature underground is at least ten degrees lower than on the ground, and staying there for a long time can indeed make you feel chilled to the bone.
"This way."
Wei Yao led her forward. There were torches in the dungeon, but not many. They were enough to provide light, but not bright, and always gave people a dark and gloomy feeling.
There were few guards in the dungeon, and the shifts changed frequently, because staying in this cramped, cold, and damp place was a form of torture.
The place in front is where prisoners are held. This dungeon had been empty since it was dug until these bandits were captured and it was then filled in.
As Zheng Quchi passed by a cell where prisoners were held in solitary confinement, he glanced at it casually.
The person, dressed in black, sat on the ground against the wall, his head drooping low with messy hair. He had long limbs and a thin, frail figure, but she found him strangely familiar.
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