"Just this?"
Tang Ziqian looked at the confession just handed to him.
There was nothing new, all previously mentioned by Lu Yuan casually.
"Yes, we've used various methods to question her, and it keeps coming back to the same things; seven or eight out of ten sentences are about the Young Master. She only followed him to Liangzhou for the Young Master," Ah Miao, who was responsible for the interrogation, laughed, "Maybe she's really just a wandering woman from the worldly society?"
"Among those captured, two had interactions with her," Ah Jin said.
Ah Miao hesitated, "Should we use torture?"
Tang Ziqian put away the confession, "I'll ask her."
...
The prison cell was always dirty and dark.
Lu Yuan sat against the wall on a pile of straw, hands tied behind her back, hair loose and barefoot, head drooped.
When Tang Ziqian saw her, his steps paused.
She suddenly lifted her head.
Her face was somewhat dirty, but her eyes remained clear and clean, without any sign of anger.
