Chapter Thirty-Eight: Heaven's Prison One

  She was taken aback for a moment, looking at his extremely handsome face, with a thin layer of cold air on it, feeling a bit nervous, and no longer dared to provoke him.

  There will be a way, there must be a way...

  "Miss, is this okay?"

  The carriage stopped outside, the mahogany carved carriage body, the robust reddish-brown horses, Xia Zi Li lifted the curtain and got on the carriage with a pink skirt, followed by Zi.

  Zi'er looked worried and left the palace without informing the king, driving a carriage out and back. Uh, I'm going to get punished again.

  "Haven't you already told the housekeeper?"

  Xia Zi sat in the car, lifted the curtain by the window with one hand, and said indifferently that he wanted to go out, but it might not be easy to get through. In this situation, the steward should come in handy.

  Otherwise, how could she do? The sorrowful expression of Ning Wangfei, the eyes with tears, once closed, flashed in her mind. Could she ignore it? A poor woman with a plain brow, as if nothing could stir up any waves, was so sincerely and pitifully begging her, could she pretend to know nothing?

  Moreover, the fate was so wonderful that from the moment she smiled warmly and held her hand in the palace, the temperature of her palm, the intimacy of her smile, and the warmth made her feel a sense of closeness and trust. This feeling, since her mother's death, had never been felt towards any other woman again.

  Dizzy and leaning against the car wall, soft cushion, the carriage went all the way without bumps, the streets on both sides were still bustling with people, the vendors' shouts were loud and clear.

  The carriage went through layer by layer of checks, and every time it was enough to show the token of the Prince of Yan's mansion. The guards standing on both sides of the gate did not dare to block them, and they passed smoothly without any obstacles. After about half a time, they finally arrived at the Tianyao, the imperial prison directly managed by the court in the capital, where even a fly could not fly in under the strict guard of the imperial guards.

  Xia Ziyou had just walked to the entrance of the prison when, without waiting for anyone to stop him, he took out the brown waist card with the Yan Wangfu emblem from his body. Almost at the same time, the prison door opened.

  As expected, looking at the object in her hand again, this token was just as she had imagined, all-powerful. Even if it were Tianlao, there would be no difficulty whatsoever.

  The prison guard in a blue uniform stood still, his two big eyes fixed on her face. After a moment, he looked embarrassed and quickly lowered his head. This woman was not someone they dared to look at for more than half an eye. Xia Ziwei put away the ID card and turned to look over there.

  "Take me to see Empress Lihui——"

  The study of the Wang Fu, Mo Yunxuan leaned over the desk, his dense double sword-shaped eyebrows, most of his face hidden in the shadows, his profound and cold facial features were perfectly carved, his thin lips tightly pursed, wearing a plain-colored python robe, with sharp claws, extremely domineering.

  Just like a person wearing clothes.

  The flames in the stove next door crackled and burned, with sparks jumping up and down, alternating between red and white.

  The door creaked open with a loud screech, and a figure flashed into the room, kneeling on the ground in an instant. The black-clad person kneeling on the ground raised their head, their dark eyes cold and piercing.

  "I report to Your Highness, the people under me have followed all the way, and I have investigated in person. The princess has entered the Heavenly Prison—"

  The person in front of the desk seemed to have no surprise at all about the truth that the man in black was investigating, his dark eyes staring only at the words on the white paper, his hand holding a pen slightly condensed, and after a moment, he said lazily:

  "Take good care of the princess, don't lose her for any reason. Let her do whatever she wants. If anything goes wrong, you'll all be beheaded."

  Digression

  Sweat drips. Tomorrow, the heroine will be able to meet her sister in prison...