Chapter 94 One meal every three days
She has been locked up here for eight days and has only eaten three meals.
One meal every three days.
He would only appear with food when I was starving to the point of collapse, on the verge of death.
He wasn't heartbroken for her; he just didn't want her to starve to death so quickly. He wanted to torment her slowly, just like she had tormented Chu Yunjin in her past life...
When Yan Cang saw that she was awake, he turned to leave.
"Yan... Yan Cang." Wen Jingsheng got up from the bed, her body weak and powerless, and fell to the ground with a thud. "Don't... don't go, I know I was wrong, please forgive me? I shouldn't have tormented her, but it's all in the past... I didn't do anything in this life about those things from the past life, I just... I just gave her a portrait, is that such a heinous crime?"
Yan Cang paused slightly.
He turned his head, looked at her disheveled state as she lay prostrate on the ground, and said in a cold voice, "Your father has been suspended from his duties."
What?
Wen Jingsheng froze, slowly raising her head. Beneath her disheveled hair, a look of unease appeared on her pale and haggard face: "You...no, it's impossible, you're lying to me, aren't you? My father is a high-ranking official, he's destined to be a powerful minister, he's the prime minister, the emperor's father-in-law, how could he be suspended from his post? You're lying to me, you're lying to me..."
Yan Cang frowned in disgust, then turned and left without looking back.
"Yan Cang!" Wen Jingsheng cried out in despair, collapsing to the ground. "Let me out! Let me out..."
Her voice echoed in the empty dungeon.
Wen Jingsheng lay on the ground for an unknown amount of time before raising her head. Looking at the steamed buns and porridge quietly placed by the door, she swallowed hard, crawled forward, grabbed a steamed bun, and wolfed it down.
If she had any backbone, she should have gone on a hunger strike.
If Yan Cang wanted to keep her alive, he couldn't just watch her die. He would definitely coax her or let her go.
But she couldn't help it.
She was so hungry that her vision blurred, her body felt weak, and she couldn't sleep at night. During the day, she kept staring at the faintly glowing exit, hoping that someone would come in and bring her some food and drink.
Wen Jingsheng choked because she ate too quickly.
She pounded her chest, picked up the porridge from the tray, took a big gulp, swallowed the food painfully, and continued eating the steamed buns bite by bite.
While eating, she couldn't help but lie on the ground and burst into tears.
I don't know whether to weep for Yan Cang's heartlessness or for this endless, agonizing darkness.
When will she be able to leave this awful place?
When will the Prince of Jin find out that she is being imprisoned here?
Father, Father.
The image of her father's imposing presence from her past life flashed through Wen Jingsheng's mind, and a glimmer of hope arose in her heart. Fate was on the Wen family's side; her father would surely become a powerful prime minister again, he would rescue her, he would surely find her...
She slowed down her chewing.
There were only three buns on the plate.
Three steamed buns and a bowl of porridge could fill her up temporarily, but once she finished eating, that was it; she would have to wait three days for the next meal.
Three days here feel as long as three years; every moment is torture.
When Wen Jingsheng finished eating, she leaned against the door and looked at the exit. When the light there went out completely, the day was over.
When the light appears, another day begins.
Just like...
Just like that bitch Chu Yunjin in my past life, waiting day after day.
Wen Jingsheng felt an overwhelming hatred rising in her heart.
She hated Chu Yunjin so much that she wanted to skin her alive, pull out her tendons, and drink her blood.
"Achoo!" Chu Yunjin sneezed without warning.
Adele and her maids set the meal on the table.
"What's wrong, Your Highness?" Granny Zhou came over and brought Chu Yunjin a cup of hot milk. "Did you not sleep well last night and catch a cold?"
"No." Chu Yunjin shook her head, picked up the milk and sat down at the table. After thinking for a moment, she said, "Maybe someone is missing me."
...
Ling Yumo disappeared as soon as she entered Zhaoyang Palace.
Yan Jinyue stood in the outer hall and looked around, but couldn't see him. She went through the screen and into the inner hall, but still couldn't find him.
She tentatively began, "Ling Yumo."
A person suddenly appeared from the corner: "Here."
Yan Jinyue looked behind him, wondering where he had been hiding, but the question that came out of her mouth was: "Have you eaten?"
Ling Yumo's tone was flat and even: "Princess, you don't need to concern yourself with my daily life. I will take care of it myself."
Yan Jinyue responded with an "oh," and asked curiously, "Are you my imperial brother's guard?"
Ling Yumo remained silent, her eyes lowered.
“You shouldn’t be an ordinary guard,” Yan Jinyue recalled his skill just now, “but rather a secret guard.”
Only bodyguards need to hide at all times.
Ling Yumo remained silent.
"Why did my brother send you to me?" Yan Jinyue frowned. "Although I am weak and powerless, I don't really need bodyguards. It is my brother who needs them because he has great power and ability. Many people see him as a thorn in their side. He has been assassinated more times than I have left the palace."
Ling Yumo was silent for a moment: "The prince sent me here, so I just need to follow his orders."
Yan Jinyue said "Oh," and added, "It's rather boring staying here. Ling Yumo, how about we go for a walk in the Imperial Prison?"
She said, "I want to go see Pei Yi'an."
Ling Yumo looked up at her, his gaze slightly deep, and remained silent.
"What's wrong?" Yan Jinyue asked, puzzled.
"It's nothing." Ling Yumo lowered his eyes. "Why did the princess suddenly want to go to the imperial prison?"
"My brother said that my second brother is on duty today and will interrogate Pei Yi'an thoroughly." Yan Jinyue stretched. "I'm so curious, I want to know how prisoners are interrogated in the Imperial Prison. Everyone outside says that my second brother is a cold-faced devil, but I think he's quite cheerful. I don't know how people have come to say that about him... And Pei Yi'an, everyone outside says that he's a man of iron will. I want to know if he can withstand the torture in the Imperial Prison."
Her curiosity was extraordinary.
Ling Yumo nodded: "Yes."
With the token given to her by Yan Cang, Yan Jinyue could go anywhere with ease. She left the inner palace in a carriage, taking Ling Yumo with her, and headed towards the imperial prison. As they walked, she asked, "Ling Yumo, has Pei Yi'an really colluded with the enemy?"
Ling Yumo replied, "This subordinate does not know."
“I bet you don’t know either,” Yan Jinyue said. “If he were truly confirmed to be a traitor, he should have been dragged out of the Meridian Gate and beheaded, and his entire family executed along with him. Why would the Second Prince need to go through the trouble of interrogating him?”
After thinking for a moment, she added, "But that's not right either. Even if we confirm that he's a traitor, we still need to find out more details, just in case he has accomplices."
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