The footsteps seemed to arrive in front of the palace, and Dong Mei hurriedly lay down on the bed and closed her eyes.

The door was pushed open.

A pair of white palms with distinct knuckles pressed against the door. Then, the crescent-white robe opened in an arc and fell to his feet.

Walking lightly into the palace, Yue Yanye stepped onto the white jade stairs and met a gorgeous bed. Her eyes swept away the coldness just now, but there was no tenderness in her eyes. Because being fat made him angry, his mood certainly couldn't get better.

And what about Chubby now?

"Director General, there is so much dust here, can the princess bear it? Moreover, she is so seriously injured. If something happens to her, how can we and the prince explain it? Why don't we let the prince let the princess go this time?"

Standing in front of the dungeon door, the municipal committee was a little afraid to go in. He could only stand calmly, with no moved expression on his face.

"Let's go." He ordered, and he was the first one to go in with Fatty in his arms.

"Director...Oh, this is a hell of a place!" Although the guard at the back was scared, he came in helplessly.

The dungeon was filled with the smell of rotting corpses. It was a strong, nauseating smell that filled the nostrils. Suddenly, a group of people covered their noses and mouths with disgust on their faces.

The dungeon was eerily silent, everything was silent, there was no sound, only the spider webs scattered in the corners were still clinging to a little dust.

"Director, it's too gloomy here. We'd better arrange for the princess to leave as soon as possible..."

The endless corridor goes deeper, and the air becomes moist and cold as you go inside. Rows of oil lamps are lit inside, casting shadows on the walls.

Fatty was lying in Di's broad arms, with her eyes closed like an icy beauty. The candlelight shone on her face, and she felt vaguely unreal. At that moment, Di was a little absent-minded.

"Here, open." He ordered the guard to open the prison door.

"Squeak..." The eerie sound of opening the door made some guards' hairs stand on end.

There was only a small bed in the empty dungeon, which was covered with messy dishes and spider webs stuck on it. The dust could be seen with the naked eye. It was a mess anyway.

He frowned, put Phubudu in the arms of the guard behind him, cleaned the bed in the dungeon, and then hugged her up. His movements could not be described as gentle, but they could be regarded as caring.

But Fatty never woke up, and slept so peacefully that the injuries on her body forgot the pain. In the dream, this was the second dream she had here.

In the dream, there was a cloud filled with mist and a white cloud.

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The next part is Fat Dudu’s dream, la la la~ Of course, the dream also contains Fat Dudu’s fascinating past~
Chapter completed!