Xia Huanzhi and Liu Chi looked at each other for a while, then waved to the surrounding secret guards.
How long has it been since? Xia Huanzhi has already developed such a tacit understanding with these secret guards.
Liu Chi walked up to Xia Huanzhi and said, "Leave the rest to me."
Xia Huanzhi nodded: "You decide it yourself."
After saying that, he turned around and left with Didi, and the secret guards disappeared before my eyes like ghosts.
I stared at Liuchi in bewilderment. I hadn't seen him for several months. He seemed to have not changed at all. He was still gentle, elegant and calm.
"Are you here to see Yan Xiaoqing?" Liu Chi asked sharply.
I nodded: "Yes."
"Why do you suddenly want to see him?" Liu Chi continued to ask.
I said: "I want to ask him about the whereabouts of my father. He used to be able to communicate with me telepathically, but recently he can't."
"follow me."
Liuchi walked in front, and I quickly followed. This underground palace extends in all directions, and every branch seems to lead to a different place, but Liuchi is very familiar with it. I couldn't help but ask: "Why are you so familiar with this place?"
Liu Chi smiled softly in front: "Princess, you have forgotten that I have been locked up in this place for more than fifty years."
The wind is so light and the clouds are calm, so melodious and free.
I was so stunned that I couldn't speak.
Xia Yan once said to me that to fully understand a person, you must know what the person is afraid of.
I think I don’t know Liu Chi well enough, because he seems to not care about anything and is not afraid of anything. No one knows what he is afraid of, what he is afraid of, or what he is afraid of.
After bypassing a complicated and dim path, Liuchi stopped in front of an iron gate.
My heartbeat suddenly accelerated, and I looked uncertainly at the door that exuded a cold and dim light. Is this the place where Yan Xiaoqing is imprisoned?
Liuchi's fingers slid along the grooves on the door a few times. There was a sound of a noose, and the heavy iron door rose from the bottom up, revealing the jagged threshold.
As the iron door rose, I first saw a pair of bloody feet and a strong waist... followed by my breath was strangled.
"How could this happen?" I rushed to Yan Xiaoqing and looked at the man chained in horror.
Yan Xiaoqing lowered his head, and the dim light left a deathly shadow on his handsome and resolute face. His upper body clothes were torn to pieces by the whip, and the whip marks on his bronze skin were deeply visible, and the bones were even more visible.
What was horrifying was that the iron chain that locked him penetrated through his wrist, and fresh blood coagulated at the wound. Just by looking at it, the pores all over his body stood up.
I have heard a saying that no one in the world can feel the pain of the other person. If the knife is not stabbed on oneself, one will never know how painful it is.
But now...
I subconsciously touched my wrist, and the pain from not long ago seemed to still remain on my skin, so clear and direct.
"Yan Xiaoqing..." I shouted softly, my voice trembling involuntarily.
As if sensing something, Yan Xiaoqing's eyelashes trembled and he slowly raised his head. It was an ordinary movement, but it seemed like he had spent his whole life doing it.
When those blue eyes looked at me, I completely forgot to breathe.
My throat was so dry that I couldn't speak a word, and I felt an inexplicable pain in my heart.
Why did it happen like this? Didn't Xia Yan say he was imprisoned? Why was he severely tortured?
