Pei Zhan took a bath and went straight to the Dali Temple.
Currently, Prince Rong, Xu Yin, and the others are all locked up in the Heavenly Prison, only separated by two corridors in between.
Prince Rong's hair was disheveled, and in just a few days, he had grown emaciated. As soon as he heard noise from outside, he raised himself up. So when the lantern held by the government official shone on his face, a gleam was still reflected in his eyes under his messy hair.
"It's you..."
Prince Rong lowered his head, while Yang Zhan shrank back into the corner, glanced at his father, then looked at Pei Zhan. His teeth chattered, and he shrank further into the corner.
Pei Zhan handed the lantern to the government official and asked, "Calm down. Even if you're to be executed, I don't have to deliver the decree myself. I'm here to ask you a few questions."
Prince Rong lifted his head and hugged his knees. "What do you want to ask?"
