The Ninth Prince finished speaking and left.
"Take him to the Sky Prison," the Minister of Dali Temple said, "Serve him well with good food and drink."
Ling Tianyu threw the apple core on the ground, put on the shackles, and was escorted back into the Sky Prison.
Sure enough, good food and drink were delivered. As for poison, they wouldn't resort to that; they were already in control of the situation, so there was no need for poison.
Roast chicken, roast goose, wine, and four or five side dishes for drinking, including both cold and hot dishes—they were indeed serving them well.
"Oh wow, they really delivered!" Xia Liu and the other smelled the aroma and commented.
Ling Tianyu placed the food in the middle of the corridor. There were a few more jars of wine than usual, and all the powerful individuals could eat without using chopsticks.
"We're lucky to be with you," Zhu Wushuang said while eating a chicken leg.
