"Purgatory?"
As expected, upon hearing this, Yan Fuhai was stunned for a moment.
He'd been in seclusion far too long.
Yan Fuhai wasn't all that familiar with many places in the Imperial City nowadays.
He'd honestly forgotten there was still a Purgatory behind the mountains, and the prisoners in there were all depraved monsters.
But!
A Purgatory like that—well, it didn't seem to be much of a big deal.
"In Great Qian we already have the Embroidered Uniform Guard's Imperial Prison and the Ministry of Justice's Celestial Prison. Frankly, Purgatory is redundant."
"..."
Yan Shuzhu didn't even know what to say.
Her father had clearly forgotten he was the one who established Purgatory in the first place.
Back then he'd said something like: this bunch of criminals, it's a waste to just kill them—lock them up in Purgatory and squeeze out every last scrap of value.
And now, just look at him.
He's talking as if Purgatory was unnecessary all along.
"Here's what we'll do!"
