The people around were talking about it, some sighed, some watched, some were angry... but no one dared to do anything.

"Alas, what can we do... If we offend the relatives of a high-ranking official, we will definitely die."

"Yes, I heard that she killed the son of the high-ranking official's relative. That family only had this one son, and now he is gone."

"One life for another..."

The sighs of the people around made Qi Yan feel as cold as if she had fallen into an ice cellar.

It turned out that she didn't want to leave at that time, but... to avenge her poor and innocent husband.

She handed over everything she and her husband had accumulated in their lives to the last kind-hearted person who had mercy on and helped them. Then, free from all worries, even if he died, even if his death was so miserable, he would have no regrets.

Qi Yan felt his eye sockets swelling, uncomfortable and painful. He lowered his eyes, stretched out his hand and gently rubbed his eyes, which were wet. He actually cried unconsciously for two people who had only met a few times and had nothing to do with each other.

"This is the current Daliang. If you have power and money, you are the king of the world. If you have no power and no money, you are worse than the mud on the ground."

The person behind him held his shoulders tightly, as if he wanted to give him courage and strength through physical contact.

What Yu Xi said was absolutely right. Daliang had already paid the price for its willfulness and was gradually heading towards destruction.

Qi Yan didn't know how he got out of the crowd. When he came to his senses, he was standing at the gate of the government office, and Yu Xi was standing beside him, with a trace of worry on his face.

"Is it the first time you see such a scene? Are you scared?" Yu Xi sighed: "Forget it, you are just a little jailer, and I can't expect you to have much courage."

Qi Yan was silent for a long time, and took off the purse from his waist.

"I beg you to do me a favor." Qi Yan walked to Yu Xi and handed him the purse in his hand: "I don't know if it's enough, I want you to help me... get her back and bury her."

Yu Xi raised his eyebrows, as if he didn't expect Qi Yan to do such a thing.

Seeing that he didn't take it, Qi Yan was a little anxious: "I know this money won't be enough. You can tell me how much is still missing later, and I will give it all to you..."

"Then why don't you go by yourself?" Yu Xi asked.

"Myself?" Qi Yan suddenly laughed at him: "A powerless person like me, even if I use 100 taels of gold, I may not be able to get her body back... I have some selfish motives. You are a big boss, and you have some connections with officials. I trust you and can only ask you for help. Are you willing?"

[The male protagonist's favorability towards Qi Yan +10, current favorability: 60]

A word of trust is so precious to people walking on the edge of a knife.

Yu Xi didn't know when his life would end. For him, every day is the last day. Whether he was found out, betrayed, or handed over, he would be sentenced to death.

But now, a little jailer actually expressed his trust in him.

Looking down at the purse, Yu Xi did not refuse, but took it and accepted it gladly: "Okay, I will try my best, but if it is too troublesome or related to my interests, I will not fight for anything."

With his words, Qi Yan felt relieved. He nodded, and a smile appeared on his face for the first time.

"Thank you." No matter what, Yu Xi agreed to help, and this matter was most likely to be done.

"No need to thank me. But I won't repeat it twice." Yu Xi's eyes suddenly became serious: "Even if it is such a beam, you still want to work for it, and even dedicate your life one day?"

The air around seemed to freeze, Yu Xi looked at Qi Yan without blinking, and Qi Yan was silent and did not speak.

If it were in the past, Qi Yan would have said without hesitation, of course, if not for this country, then I would work hard for the prison guard status that my mother had worked so hard to obtain for me. But now, he couldn't say these familiar words at all.

Until the end, Qi Yan did not give Yu Xi a definite answer. And Yu Xi just sighed lightly, turned and left.

At the beginning of the country's demise, the love between children was the least of the matter. Even if you wanted to have a passionate love, you would be blocked by the secular world.

Qi Yan did not reveal anything about the woman's affairs to everyone in prison. Perhaps Qi Yan felt that it had nothing to do with them, and telling them would only make people angry, and would not create any favorable results. If these rough guys talk without restraint and are overheard by someone with ulterior motives, then even if Lord Liu punishes their entire clan for treason, Qi Yan will not be able to plead for mercy.

The food in Xuanhu Tavern choked them so much that they couldn't speak. Otherwise, they would definitely hear some witty remarks from them to tease Qi Yan.

When the food was distributed to the scholar in prison, the scholar thanked him politely and ate in small mouthfuls. The way he ate was completely different from the others.

Qi Yan suddenly thought of the crime he was imprisoned for - literary prison.

"Wang Zhengze." Qi Yan called his name: "What do you think of Daliang?"

The scholar was stunned and even forgot to eat. He slowly put down the food in his hand: "What did you say?"

Qi Yan pursed his lips and asked again: "What do you think of Daliang... You once wrote a book about Daliang--"

"Are you going to die?!" The scholar's face suddenly became scary: "Dare to mention this matter openly in the prison of Daliang, do you want to die?!"

Qi Yan was a little uncomfortable being scolded, and he thought more of the woman whose body was separated.

The scholar was silent for a while and put down the food he was given: "Forget it, you also have something on your mind, don't mention this matter again in the future."

The scholar will be beheaded. Literary prison, spreading rumors to destroy the country, such public opinion is a serious crime no matter in which dynasty.

"Thirty years old, I can only live to thirty." The scholar raised a bitter smile: "I am over twenty-three this year, and there are still seven years."

Qi Yan did not say anything, but left silently and continued to distribute food to everyone.

How difficult were these seven years? I don't know, Qi Yan only knew that the scholar had been locked up in the prison under his supervision for five years.

When he was eighteen years old, he was brought in and never went out again.

Everyone in this prison has a story, whether they are evil or kind people who have been wronged. Qi Yan never believed that someone was born to kill.

Either things are difficult, or the situation changes, which changes people's state of mind and makes them do more extreme things.

But once you do it, there is no room for regret. For example, a scholar would not wonder whether the sun today is as bright as in the past.

Because, even if you think about it, it is a luxury.