The guards fastened iron chains around An Jing's wrists and ankles, then they also left.
No one was holding her anymore. An Jing just stood there, glancing at the iron chains locked on her hands and feet, then at the other end fastened to the pillar in the room. Lowering her eyes, she slowly sat down on the round stool beside her.
The chains weren't very long, even if she wanted to move, she could only do so within this room.
In light of her currently dire situation, An Jing didn't think too much about it at first. She was only thinking of her husband, thinking of how her husband was still alive, and she smiled: "Husband, it's great, you're still alive... That's wonderful..."
Originally, knowing that Dongfang Tianyang had dispatched an army of a hundred thousand to besiege her husband, she became somewhat despondent, believing her husband to be doomed, she was even prepared to die alongside him. Who could have imagined...
It's really great...
Just wonderful...
