That night, someone moved into the secret room of the Yeting Prison. [】
Because he was brought in with his head covering, even the jailer guarding the gate had never seen the person's face clearly. With the knock of the small iron gate, there was only a breathable hole left, and the person inside could vaguely see the outside.
There was a little light, but people outside could not see any situation.
Three meals a day, the food was delivered to the window in time. At night, when the prison guard came to collect the bowls, he found that the food was not moving.
The prisoners were not surprised. They were on duty for many years. Who was the detainee here once rich and powerful? When they came, they were all going to die, not eat or drink, and they made a furious fuss.
If you hit the wall and commit suicide or bite your tongue, it would be better if you die. If you can't die, you will survive for ten days and half months, three or five years. Not only will you have to eat, but you will also rush to wait for it. If there is a piece of meat in the meal one day, you will need it.
Thank you very much.
Seeing that the food was pretty good, the prison guards shouted a few words to the dark small pane based on humanitarianism: "Eat quickly, eat, eat, don't you have the strength to commit suicide if you don't eat enough?"
There was still no news in the room.
"You are new to you and don't know the rules. Let's kindly remind you. The kitchen in Yeting Prison also has rules. My father-in-law has a very tough temper. If the food delivered by him does not move for two consecutive days, he will stop you from doing it.
Three days of food, you can do it yourself."
Still no answer.
Shuilian lay on a hard wooden board, not wanting to move. She was not hungry, not feeling thirsty, and not wanting to eat anything. She knew the consequences of living in the Yeting Prison: the history of the north has been around for hundreds of years, and there have never been people who have entered here.
Anyone can chuckle this door again. What's more, she is in a single room in the Yeting Prison, and she doesn't even give high-intensity physical labor punishment - such treatment is unique to death row prisoners.
With a window with no stars or moon, she was completely desperate.
The envoys of the Great Tan Kingdom came faster than expected.
Eight hundred miles in a hurry to report that the princess and her group had arrived at the inn fifty miles away from the capital, just waiting for His Majesty to summon him.
This day, the meal sent to the Yeting Prison was added with a big chicken thigh that was roasted golden and fragrant.
The jailer put his rice bowl on the breath window and shouted: "Your Majesty wants to marry the princess of the Datan Kingdom, and all the major prisons will have extra meals tonight."
Shui Lian was lying on the wooden bed, her eyes too lazy to open.