The White Demon

The jailer held a torch, and Ye Qingwan followed the jailer and slowly walked into the Kyoto Prison.

The ground in the prison was wet and smelled damp. In the dim light, depressed and desperate faces looked at the visitors one after another.

The movement of the prisoners brought about the crisp sound of iron chains, and at the same time, a pungent stench of decay hit his nose.

Ye Qingwan couldn't help but cover her mouth and nose lightly and followed the jailer. Finally, they stopped in front of a relatively secluded cell.

Inside the cell, the woman's prison uniform was tattered, her hair was disheveled, and her lips were chapped. If she hadn't revealed a familiar smile, Ye Qingwan would have almost failed to recognize her.

Who would have thought that Ye Qingpan, who used to wear her hair in a high bun and had a head full of red and green, would one day end up in such a state of destitution...

"You came!"

She forced a smile on her haggard face, and then she stuffed a pure gold hairpin into the jailer's hand, "You can leave now. We sisters have a private conversation. Please do not disturb us!"

The jailer shook the hairpin in his hand and curled his lips, "Oh, you are the second daughter of the Duke's Mansion after all, and this is all you have?!"

Ye Qingpan's eyes widened, "Get out of the way, or I'll report you for accepting bribes to the adults..."

"Okay, okay, okay. Just consider it as unlucky. It only takes half an incense stick of time!" The jailer spat, shook his head impatiently and left.

When passing by Ye Qingwan, he glanced at her with displeasure.

"Tsk tsk, the second young lady of the Ye family is really amazing...

You haven't figured it out yet, and you're still acting like a young lady here..."

However, at this moment, he suddenly felt something heavy in his hand. He looked down and saw that a gold ingot had fallen into his hand.

"Brother, calm down! My sister has been spoiled at home and doesn't understand much..." Ye Qingwan said gently.

The jailer immediately nodded and bowed to Ye Qingwan, smiling, and secretly turned sideways to put the gold into his mouth and took a bite...

After verifying the authenticity, he smiled so hard that his teeth were showing.

"Ah, Miss Ye is indeed sensible! Do you have any instructions?"

"Ahem." Ye Qingwan coughed lightly. "It's too dark here. Could you please hold a torch for us?" As soon as she finished speaking, another ingot of gold fell into the hands of the jailer.

The jailer was totally upset now.

He took the gold respectfully and replied carefully: "Oh, Miss Ye is really considerate of us. Don't worry, if you want it to be bright, I will ask a few brothers to bring torches to light it up! We will make this the brightest cell!"

After saying this, the jailer immediately shouted to the two patrolling guards: "Hey, you two, come here with torches!"

Ye Qingwan raised the corner of her mouth slightly. It is true that money makes the world go round.

The protective personnel are already in place. Just in case, it is always a good idea to leave yourself a way out.

If Qing Pan gets desperate that night, I'm not afraid of not being able to explain it clearly...

Just two ingots of gold, she doesn't need them now...

The jailer opened the cell door and Ye Qingwan stepped into the prison.

Seeing so many people suddenly appear, Ye Qingpan smiled but the smile did not reach his eyes: "I didn't expect my sister to be so rich!"

"No, no, material possessions cannot buy life. But I have been victimized so many times that I have to learn some lessons..." Ye Qingwan straightened her sleeves, "Tell me, where is my spiritual root?"

"Sister, why are you so anxious..." Ye Qingpan slowly picked up two wine cups from the table beside him.

Only then did Ye Qingwan realize that on the only broken wooden table in the room, there were two crudely made wine cups and a wine jug.

At first glance, it is the kind commonly used in ordinary taverns.

It seems that this sister had made preparations before she came.

"Come, I'll give you a toast. After you drink this cup of wine, Pan'er will tell you the whereabouts of your spiritual roots..."

She handed a glass of wine to Ye Qingwan, her face full of smiles but her eyes were playful and cold.

Ye Qingwan had already guessed that this glass of wine must have been tampered with, as Ye Qingpan had poisoned her twice.

Although she was not afraid of this poison at all, she wanted Ye Qingpan to think that she was afraid!

In this way she can get more useful information.

Ye Qingwan smacked her lips dryly, her eyes full of hesitation, "Sister Pan'er, I'll tell Zheng Kai to take good care of you for the sake of the child."

"Haha, put away your hypocrisy! I am Ye Qingpan, I have done what I have done, and I never need anyone's pity! I don't need this kind of dark care!"

She raised her glass again, "We won't mention them today, it will spoil the fun! Come, let's drink this glass, and our grudges will be wiped out from now on!"

After you finish this cup, I will tell you the whereabouts of my spiritual roots!"

"Come on, sister, drink first to show your respect!" Ye Qingpan seemed very anxious. He clinked glasses with Ye Qingwan, tilted his head back, and drank it all in one gulp.

Heroic, free and easy, but there were silent tears sliding down her cheeks...

"Sha!"

The strong liquor went down his throat, and a spicy taste came over him. Ye Qingpan wiped his tears with his sleeve while wiping his mouth.

Then she turned the wine cup upside down and said with a smile: "Sister has already finished it. What's wrong? Sister doesn't dare to drink? If you don't drink, you won't get what you want..."

“How could it be?!” Ye Qingwan curled her lips slightly, without blinking, and drank the wine cup in one gulp, also turning it upside down, without spilling a drop of wine…

Seeing this, Ye Qingpan laughed triumphantly, and his laughter became more and more wild.

“Hahaha, Ye Qingwan didn’t expect that after digging up your spiritual roots, feeding you poison, and even wounding you in the abdomen, you could still survive…”

"But this time, you won't be so lucky. There is no monster here that can detoxify you..."

"Hahaha, I can't get Ye Qingwan's identity as the legitimate daughter of the Ye family, so don't even think about getting it!"

Ye Qingwan tasted the poison in the wine carefully. She shook her head unhappily. There was nothing new about it. It was exactly the same poison as in the food last time.

Looking at Ye Qingpan who was almost crazy, she curled her lips:

"Oh, sister Pan'er, you have to know one fact: a plate is just a plate, it can never be made into a bowl!

Even if I am stupid, even if your last name is also Ye, you can't replace me!

You made me understand what bloodline inheritance is. It is not just a matter of a surname.

Moreover, being the daughter of the Ye family may seem glorious on the surface, but how could you know the price you actually have to pay?"

"Hmph, don't just stand there and talk without any hesitation. Since it's not easy to be the legitimate daughter of the Ye family, why don't you give it to me?! Then I can live with Brother Kai and live happily ever after, and there's no need to be a concubine...Pfft!"

At this time, the poison had already taken effect and Ye Qingpan suddenly coughed up a mouthful of blood.

Ye Qingwan looked at her leisurely, "I'm very curious, you want to replace me so much, but why don't you use my spiritual roots to practice?"

“Oh, do you think I don’t want to?” Ye Qingpan covered his abdomen with his hands, his face painful, and slowly fell down. His voice became much weaker. “It’s all because your broken spiritual root’s aura is too strong. Not only can I not control it, but I also hurt my own spiritual root. It’s you... that made me unable to continue practicing... haha…”

Ye Qingpan only felt his abdomen churning, the piercing pain was unbearable, but seeing Ye Qingwan still calm and composed, he asked unwillingly: "You, you... why... are you okay?"

Ye Qingwan touched her lower abdomen in confusion and suddenly acted in pain, "Yeah, it hurts! It hurts so much..."