"Don't you understand what I'm saying? If I don't give you a hard time, you don't know how powerful I am!!"
After saying that, he was whipped again.
Even though she was separated from the prison door, Xiaomei was still whipped.
Feeling a burning pain in her body, she gritted her teeth and looked at the jailer with a begging look on her face, "Please, please go and see how His Highness is doing?"
The jailer's frown deepened and he whipped him a few more times.
Xiaomei gritted her teeth and let out bursts of soft moans. When the whip fell on her body, her skin and flesh immediately burst open.
The jailer saw the pain on her face, and then said with a proud smile, "Now you know how powerful I am, let's see if I can beat you to death!"
Her body was in too much pain, and she had barely eaten anything while being locked up in prison. Xiaomei suddenly felt that her vision was blurry.
Even so, she gritted her teeth and begged the jailer, "Please, I just want to know what happened to Your Highness!"
The jailer didn't expect that she would actually ask about Sikong Yuecang. Just as he was about to fall with the whip again, his hand was held tightly.
When he looked up, he smiled brightly and said flatteringly, "It turns out to be Mr. Li. I have met Mr. Li."
Li Yun glanced at him lightly and said coldly, "Open the cell door!"
"Yes Yes Yes."
Who doesn't know that Li Yun is a popular figure around His Highness the Crown Prince? How could he, a little jailer, not obey his orders?
The cell door opened, Li Yun looked at Xiaomei who was wearing shackles and said coldly, "Go and see him."
Xiaomei looked at him with astonishment, and Li Yun said expressionlessly, "If you don't go, forget it."
"I'll go, I'll go..."
Xiaomei ignored her dizziness and quickly agreed anxiously.
The cell door was opened, and Xiaomei dragged her exhausted body into Sikong Yuecang's cell.
Seeing Sikong Yuecang lying on the bed with a pale face, Xiaomei's eyes turned red, and she couldn't help but shed tears from the corners of her eyes.
"Your Highness."
After calling softly, she walked over with a distressed look on her face.
Seeing the traces of blood oozing from the corner of Sikong Yuecang's lips, Xiaomei was shocked and quickly reached out to hold his hand.