Zhu Yu tossed and turned all night without figuring out the troubling questions, but it didn't affect much because in the days that followed, aside from the constables of the Shackles Prison delivering food to them punctually, nothing else happened.
The Emperor Jin did not summon anyone to mention them, as if they were forgotten after being left there.
Yan Daoxin, apart from eating daily, would just sit in meditation with his eyes closed, not uttering a word.
Zhu Yu didn't know what was wrong with him. Ever since she knew him, she had never seen Yan Daoxin be so silent.
But in such a situation, she couldn't speak to Lu Qing, so she only kept her doubts inside.
Another day passed, and the usually quiet Shackles Prison suddenly became lively. The constables, who rarely showed up except for meal deliveries, now reverently surrounded several people approaching Lu Qing's cell.
