She seems to know where this place is.
Fortunately, the cloak Gu Lan wore was not thin, and with her martial arts skills, she could still endure this temperature.
But she didn't know how long Rong Jing planned to keep her trapped.
Gu Lan rubbed her eyes as she walked to the door, trying to push the wooden door with force. From the crack, it was clear the door was locked. The iron lock was heavy, the wooden boards were thick, and even if she could break them, it would take time and surely make noise, alerting the guard outside.
The window of this room was even more impossible to open from the inside. Gu Lan pushed hard, and the window paper and wooden frame shattered, revealing a layer of crisscrossed wooden bars, fastened solidly.
Through the interwoven gaps between the bars, Gu Lan glimpsed the pitch-black night and the courtyard bathed in bright moonlight.
It was a shabby, narrow courtyard, and she was locked inside the room at its center.
