Chapter 210: The Prince and Concubine Are in Collusion
According to the instructions given by the Queen Mother, Qing Ning told the guard her purpose of coming and secretly stuffed him with a piece of silver. The guard took the money and lowered his voice and said: "Don't delay for half a stick of incense."
"I will definitely not bring trouble to the official." Qing Ning hurriedly laughed with her, and her nervous nails had dug deep into her palms without even realizing it.
As soon as he walked into the dark prison, a damp smell mixed with rancidity rushed towards him. Qingning's nose had already started to feel sore. He passed by each prison and looked at the unkempt and ragged people inside, all of whom felt as if they had lost their souls.
Dumbfounded, his eyes followed her figure, but they couldn't tell whether they were looking at her or her aura coming from outside.
Magpie saw that she was walking slowly, so he stepped forward and pushed her. She quickly came to her senses, lowered her head and followed the leader's steps closely as she walked inside.
When she stood in front of the only prison door made of iron doors, tears were already welling up in her eyes. When she pitied the felons, she never thought that her father was even worse than those felons, and that they could still see even the worst offenders.
Each other’s faces, but dad doesn’t even have this little bit of freedom.
The chain was removed from the door with a clang. The guard turned around and said to Qing Ning: "You can't bring anything in if you go in alone."
Qing Ning nodded with tears in her eyes, handed the basket to the magpie and bent down to step in. The weak light outside could not be found after she walked in.
In the darkness, Qing Ning was at a loss.
"Who?" asked an old voice in the corner, "Who else will come to see me at this time?"
Qing Ning didn't speak, she just kept crying and sobbed slightly, but the person in the corner was suddenly startled: "Qing Ning, is that you?"
"Dad" said softly, Qing Ning just stared blankly in the direction where the person was speaking, but she didn't know where he was.
But the next moment, her hand was suddenly held by someone, and she knew it was her father's hand. Even the calluses on the palm were still the same as in her memory, but his hand was too cold, as cold as the hand that locked him here.
Like an iron gate
"Qing Ning, it's really you, it's really you." Yue Haoshan's hands were trembling, and he was about to say something when the iron door rang again. The magpie stood outside the door and handed the candle in. She lowered her head and did not go in.
I am not curious about who is inside, nor do I want to see what that person looks like.