After the two left, the door was immediately locked by the guards stationed at the entrance.
When everything quieted down, the man who was originally absorbed in his writing suddenly slammed the brush onto the desk with a snap, instantly smudging the white paper with black ink.
Just like his current mood, heavy as ink, black with a suffocating anger, unable to vent.
Thinking about the imminent event, the usually calm and elegant man shook his sleeves and stood up, his fists pressing firmly on the desk. As he slowly lifted his gaze, his eyes were cold as frost, the icy shards within seeming to transform into countless ice spikes piercing deep into one's soul.
In the past month, he attempted escape three times, all ending in failure. Through this, he learned a lot: the one imprisoning him is Miss Ke, the beloved daughter of Ke Zhendong, the Governor of Dingzhou.
This woman is arrogant and domineering; whatever she set her eyes on since childhood was hers to obtain.
