Gu Xinrou's expression changed, and she subconsciously stepped back.
Wei Le was covered in blood and had hideous scars. His wrists were bound by iron chains that rustled when he walked.
"Gu Xinrou, I didn't expect that you would be locked up too. Do you know what happened to me on this day?"
He stepped towards Gu Xinrou, with hatred in his eyes: "The criminal law of the Regent's Palace makes my life worse than death!"
Gu Xinrou's face was as white as snow, and the blood on her lips had faded: "I...I didn't mean it..."
"Haha," Wei Le sneered, "I obviously hurt Feng Ling to save you, why do you want to put all the responsibility on me? It's a shame that I still believed in you until the last moment!"
He is so stupid.
How stupid to believe this woman!
Gu Xinrou's eyes were full of panic and she stepped back.
Behind it is a cold wall.
but--
It's too late.
Wei Le rushed towards Gu Xinrou fiercely, pushed her to the ground, and bit her on the shoulder, causing blood to drip from her face.
"It was you who seduced me in the beginning, and I was never willing to hurt you out of pity, but now, I will make you regret for the rest of your life for your deception and betrayal of me!"
"No--"
What came out of the dungeon was Gu Xinrou's heart-rending shouts.
When Lao Wai's guards heard the commotion in the prison, they remained unmoved and stood expressionless in the distance.
The sound became more and more shrill, but soon disappeared...
In the dungeon, it became quiet again.
Regent's Palace.
Inside the room.
Ye Lan looked at Feng Ling with some embarrassment. She wanted to say something, but she was faced with a cold face.
She swallowed harder: "Brother Ling, I'm so stupid, I..."
Feng Ling sneered: "It has nothing to do with me."
One sentence blocked all her words.
Ye Lan endured the words and looked at Feng Lichen and Shen Qingluan.
"Chen'er, how is Xiaojin?"
At first, she really thought that Shen Jinzhi had been killed by Ji Wuhui, but Ji Wuhui appeared in the palace, and neither Shen Qingluan nor Feng Lichen rushed to find Shen Jinzhi.
In comparison, he is safe.
Feng Lichen looked at Ye Lan coldly: "Now you know you care about A Jin?"
Ye Lan's breath froze: "He is my grandson, there is no way I don't care about him."
"A Jin is not the only grandson you have. You can go find your other grandsons. Anyway, I only have one son, and he is everything to me!"
Feng Lichen sneered.
Ye Lan bit her lip and the corners of her eyes were red, but she found that she had made too many mistakes, and it was normal for these people not to forgive her.
Immediately, she turned her attention to Shen Qingluan.
No matter what, Shen Qingluan is a girl, and her heart should be softer.
However, before she could speak, Shen Qingluan had already turned her attention to Feng Lichen: "Feng Lichen, I'm hungry."
"I will ask someone to prepare a meal," Feng Lichen smiled and pressed Shen Qingluan on the chair. "Your hair is messed up, so I will stay away from you."
"Um."
Shen Qingluan sat down.
Feng Lichen picked up the comb from the side and combed her black hair.
Ji Wuhui had lost his breath just now. Shen Qingluan could have saved him, but it was impossible for her to take action.
Therefore, Ji Wuhui died under Feng Jin's dagger.
Ji Wuyue had no face to stay in this place, so he left with Ji Wuhui's body. The blood had been cleaned up by his servants, so the room had returned to calm.