Ye Heng remained silent. He felt it was beneath him to waste another word on such people.
Another inmate spat on the ground. "Quit asking! The man's no commoner! He's a Lord! Nothing like us!"
His words immediately drew the attention of several others, who all turned to look.
"A Lord? From which government office?"
"For real?"
"I'd bet on it! Just look at the clothes he's wearing. Does he look like a commoner?"
"Hah! Who cares what his background is? Now that he's in here, he'll have to bow his head just like the rest of us. He probably committed some major crime. There's a world of hurt waiting for him!"
Several of the men burst into jeering laughter.
Locked up here all day, their greatest pleasure was sizing up and gossiping about the newcomers.
Ye Heng, who clearly came from a different background than the common folk, naturally drew even more of their attention.
Ye Heng's jaw tightened. He took a deep breath, trying his best to ignore their taunts and chatter.
