Liang Wan watched the jailers lead the prisoner away.
To her, Feng Qingyue was no longer of any use. Staying alive in the Imperial Prison might not necessarily be a blessing.
The Prison Chief gathered his belongings and took Liang Wan to see the He Family's Madam and Liang Jing.
Other than locking them up, Gao Qian had not ordered anyone to torture them. Perhaps he wanted to use this to control her.
They were locked in the same cell, sitting in a corner and leaning against each other on rotten straw mats. It was freezing to stay in such a gloomy place for long. But this was already the best treatment in the entire Imperial Prison.
The clearest sounds in the prison were of two kinds: the occasional ghostly wails and the slowly approaching footsteps. In such a place, the fear of the unknown wore down a person's state of mind far more than those agonizing screams.
