Liang Shuyi chuckled and handed the lantern to Jiang Wanying. She was pregnant, so she should let Jiang Wanying take it. "What's there to be ashamed of? I've made all the necessary preparations. If this child doesn't give me face, then she's not worthy of being my child."
Jiang Wanying heard this, and Liang Shuyi's glorious image in her mind couldn't help but become even more impressive. "If that's the case, then I'll proceed with confidence. It just so happens that I'd like to see how the Qingliang King treats his prisoners."
Liang Shuyi reminded him, "Xihe should be fine, but you should be mentally prepared. You will experience a completely different Wang Yanzhou in the scene that follows."
…Jiang Wanying said that no matter how terrifying it was, it was just a cell, and at most the torture instruments were a bit novel. However, upon entering this cold and dark dungeon, Jiang Wanying felt a chilling atmosphere that made her scalp tingle.
Stepping into the dungeon, Jiang Wanying saw no torture instruments. In the dim candlelight, she saw only piles of pitch-black objects on the floor. A closer look revealed a long-standing mixture of food and excrement. If she hadn't been unable to smell anything, she might have imagined the smell of blood from the horrifying odor.
According to Liang Shuyi, this dungeon had only held two people since she knew about it and could enter and exit freely. When the three of them stopped in front of a cell, Liang Shuyi took the lantern from Jiang Wanying, took out the candle inside, and lit the candles on the wall.
This candle seemed to be specially made. When it was first lit, it only emitted a very faint light, not much different from an ordinary candle. But in just a moment, the brilliance of the candle suddenly expanded, completely lighting up this small world.
In a corner of the sludge-covered cell, a tiny figure huddled, its long-untended hair, transformed into lumps of "pants belt noodles" by the ravages of time and a host of other factors. Sensing the intense light before them, the huddled figure shuddered subconsciously and abruptly stood up. However, due to the weight of their body, they felt dizzy and fell to the ground. When they raised their head again, their mouth and nostrils were filled with the terrifying sludge.
Stimulated by the strong smell, the people in the cell half-knelt on the ground, holding their stomachs in pain and vomiting wildly.
Seeing this scene, Jiang Wanying felt for a moment as if she had eaten a mouthful of disgusting mud, and almost vomited along with A Yuan: "......!"
Xihe could not only not see anything now, but also could not smell anything. However, when she heard Jiang Wanying's movements, she couldn't help but feel fortunate that she couldn't see anything.
Of the three, Liang Shuyi was undoubtedly the calmest. Although this was her first time in this place, her dignified attitude, unafraid of anything, made the originally empty eyes of the frail man in the cell become sharper.
"Ayuan, long time no see."
Maybe it's because he hasn't spoken normally for too long and can only talk to himself; or maybe it's because he hasn't heard others call him like this for too long, and the person now is almost like a madman; the smart and lively appearance he had in the past has been completely worn away by time.
A Yuan suddenly stood up, his mouth and body covered in mud and vomit. He threw himself against the cell door and shook it frantically with an indescribably harsh voice: "Let me out, let me out!"
Liang Shuyi asked with a forced smile, "Why, do you want me to let you out?"
A Yuan wanted to say something, but in the end, all the curses and pleas for mercy in his heart turned into just one sentence: Let me out.
Although Liang Shuyi disliked those who resorted to private punishment, A Yuan's case had actually been brought to the Qingliang County government office for trial before she was imprisoned here. According to the law, she was punishable by death. However, because Wang Yanzhou claimed that she had murdered the Princess of Qingliang and the Crown Prince, the government agreed to his request and allowed him to bring her back for their own disposal.
Liang Shuyi took off the hairpin from her head, waved it in the candlelight, and pointed it directly at A Yuan's face: "Tell me, did the person who ordered you back then arrange other people in the mansion? I don't believe you are really crazy. You'd better tell me everything you know, otherwise, I don't mind if you get another wound on your body."
After hearing this, A Yuan really quieted down. He slowly stood up while holding onto the prison door, grinning crazily and laughing: "...Hahaha, Tang Chen, is Tang Chen dead?"
Liang Shuyi's eyes slightly shifted, and with a slight force on his hand, a fresh blood mark was left on A Yuan's face: "You are not crazy after all. Tell me, what do you know?"
Liang Shuyi couldn't possibly imagine what A Yuan had gone through in this dark dungeon over the years. This shallow scar meant nothing to her. A Yuan had been completely tortured to the point of collapse. When she heard the good news, the last bit of clarity in her heart seemed to finally shatter: "Hahaha, she's going to die, she's going to die!"
Jiang Wanying didn't know if it was an illusion, but she actually saw a tear mark on the face of this crazy woman. Based on her experience, a woman with this look on her face could do something terrible in the next second. Therefore, she hurriedly pulled Liang Shuyi back from the cell door and said, "There's something wrong with this woman's eyes. I don't think I can get anything out of her. Let's go. Staying here too long won't be good for you."
Liang Shuyi sighed deeply and threw the hairpin in her hand to the ground helplessly. Xihe, who was standing by, listened carefully to the noise in the dungeon and asked solemnly, "Besides her, there should be another person here."
Liang Shuyi explained: "Unfortunately, the Qilin Guard reported that the man could not bear the torture last night and committed suicide."
Jiang Wanying asked disappointedly, "Then our trip here was in vain, wasn't it?"
They were disappointed, and Liang Shuyi was even more disappointed. She was too anxious and had thought she could get something out of A Yuan. "Oh, let's go back. I was too confident and thought A Yuan was just pretending to be crazy."
After finally returning to the embrace of darkness from the dungeon that had finally seen a glimmer of light, A Yuan collapsed to the ground, not knowing whether to laugh or cry, muttering to herself: "Tang Chen, Sister Tang, I've paid back everything I owed you, and you've finally paid back what you owed me!"
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