Inside the Imperial Prison.
The air was dim and shadowed. Even with the lamps lit, the light couldn't reach every corner of the prison.
Tao Wanxin had been waiting at the entrance when she happened upon Duan Mingfeng, who was arriving to handle the case. She knew the Emperor had already transferred the authority to adjudicate this matter to him.
She had asked him for a favor with little hope, but to her surprise, Duan Mingfeng actually agreed.
'Since when has this cold-blooded Mr. Duan become so reasonable?'
Utterly shocked, Tao Wanxin led Chang Lu through the main gate, following behind Duan Mingfeng along with the staff from the Prison Department.
She carefully peered into each cell they passed, her face draining of color at the sight of the half-maimed, barely breathing prisoners inside.
In her mind, every one of their faces transformed into that of Prince Yong.
Tao Wanxin's voice trembled. "Mr. Duan, where is the Prince?"
