Want to win the palace fight? Better to be crazy than to be idiotic!

When he woke up, night had already fallen. Su Feiran lay on the bed, looking up at the tall window.

Outside the window, there were twinkling stars and the moonlight was like water. She slowly squinted her eyes, feeling the night in prison, as if the whole world had fallen silent with her.

Just when she was feeling peaceful, she suddenly heard a strange sound coming from the corner, as if something was moving quietly. The sound seemed particularly abrupt in the quiet night, and instantly broke her meditation.

Su Feiran's heart suddenly tightened! She frowned slightly, held her breath, pricked up her ears, and listened carefully to find the source of the sound.

There was a rustling sound, like someone rubbing the ground with sandpaper, or like the footsteps of some small animal passing quietly.

She couldn't help but feel suspicious. Although the Sky Prison was very comfortable, it was still a prison after all, and the security level was even higher than that of the dungeon. The walls of each cell were made of blue bricks, and the doors leading to the corridors were made of cold iron, which was thick, hard, and very soundproof.

In such an airtight environment, where did the strange noise come from?

Su Feiran followed the sound and searched step by step until she came to an extremely remote corner of a room. To her shock, the blue brick in that corner actually cracked a little, and the corner of a note was faintly visible in the crack!

Su Feiran thought about it carefully and thought that the strange sound just now must have been made by the owner of the note when he was trying to stuff the note through the cracks in the bricks.

She looked around carefully, making sure she didn't see any epoch-making products like surveillance cameras.

To be on the safe side, she took a few storybooks from the side and stacked them beside her, and moved a wooden chair behind her, pretending to sit on the ground and read. If the jailer came to check, she would quickly stuff the note back into the gap, cover the gap with a thick storybook, and pretend nothing happened.

After completing all the preparations, Su Feiran took a deep breath, carefully picked up the note with two fingers, gently put it into the storybook, unfolded it, and began to read it carefully.

As his gaze moved down line by line, Su Feiran's eyes gradually widened, and waves of emotion suddenly rose in his heart.

She couldn't believe what she saw before her eyes was so shocking:

"I am a loyal and good person, but I was framed by traitors and put in prison. The nights are long and hard, and I can't sleep. I have no way to go, and I have no way to defend myself. Are you a gentleman across the wall? I hope you will pay attention to my tears and heartfelt words! I am the Sima of Jiangbei, and I am grateful to the late emperor for saving me from the scorched earth. I want to repay the emperor for his kindness. I have lofty ambitions and live up to the cry of the yellow bird. However, I know that the governor is treacherous and has connections with foreign countries. I am willing to break off relations with him and do not want to escape. Even though I am in prison, my heart is still noble. I will not eat Zhou's grain, and I will not accept the suspended fish. The blue sky can reflect it, and the white water can reflect it. The source is clear and the stream is clean, which means peace in the world."

After Su Feiran finished reading, he seemed to be frozen in place, his eyes blinking, his mind blank.

Oh, I didn’t understand!

She read it over and over again several times, and finally understood what the bookish guy next door wanted to express.

The person in the next cell was probably a minister. He claimed to be the Sima of Jiangbei. He was unwilling to collude with his superiors against bad forces outside the region, so he was framed and imprisoned in Tianlao, becoming a miserable political prisoner.

Su Feiran tried to see through the thick stone bricks to the next door. She seemed to see that man's face full of hope, hoping to get the sympathy of the "gentleman on the other side of the wall". Perhaps he was pacing around the cell at this moment, wondering if the "gentleman on the other side of the wall" could use his connections to release him.

But I'm sorry to disappoint that guy.

Su Feiran sighed and put the note in the file.

She was neither a civil official nor a military commander, but the most useless concubine in the entire imperial palace. At this moment, she was busy with her own affairs, so how could she have the energy to help others?

Even if she was lucky enough to escape from the prison, she had no power to pardon the prisoners. The prisoners in the prison were all of high status, and the crimes they committed were shocking and unimaginable to ordinary people. Even Qin Fengan might not be able to go against the public opinion and pardon the prisoners in the prison.

However, Su Feiran was somewhat concerned about what the bookish old man said: "The governor is treacherous and has connections with foreign countries."

The ancient dynasty had very strict restrictions on outsiders, and for a governor to have access to foreign lands was no different from treason.

"Next time I see Qin Fengan, I will tell him about this and let him decide." Su Feiran thought to herself. She was very aware of her role as a "messenger".

The surroundings fell into silence again, and Su Feiran lay back on the bed.

At this time, the bright moon has already set in the west, and the silver light has slightly faded. The stars have moved, and the lonely night sky has quietly changed its face. The stars are like embroidery on dark blue brocade, shining brightly and dazzlingly.

Su Feiran regained her previous tranquility. She suddenly felt that it would not be a bad thing to be imprisoned here for the rest of her life. Anyway, with her status, as long as she did not commit a crime serious enough to be sentenced to death, she would have food and drink for the rest of her life in the prison, and there would be all kinds of story books collected by the jailer according to her request. Except for the fact that there were no maids by her side, this place was no different from the Purple Palace.

Most importantly, no one took her kindness seriously.

I don't know how long it was quiet before the annoying rustling sound came from the corner again.

Su Feiran frowned. What? Did the guy next door come up with another tricky wording to challenge her reading ability?

She rolled over and got off the bed, her movements clean and neat. She walked to the crack in the bricks and removed the book covering the crack.

Sure enough, there was another note.

However, the paper of the previous note was torn neatly and was carefully rolled into a neat roll by the owner of the note, which showed that it was done by a respectable person.

The note that Su Feiran received now looked like it was torn from a book, and was stained with a reddish-brown stain of unknown origin.

Su Feiran avoided the dirt with disgust, unfolded the note, and his eyes widened in shock!

There were two words written on the note, and even Su Feiran could easily understand them -

"Help!"

Su Feiran's heart suddenly trembled and began beating violently, as if it would burst through his chest at any time.

She could almost feel the sound of blood rushing through her veins. Every beat of her heart was like a hammer hitting her, shocking her so much that she could hardly breathe.

She lifted the note with trembling hands, her delicate fingertips barely able to hold the thin paper. Facing the moonlight coming through the high window, she looked at it again.

That reddish-brown mark is not dirt at all!

It is clearly human blood that has not yet coagulated!

Su Feiran looked at the bloodstains on the note again, which seemed to carry a hint of warmth, causing her heart to shudder and her back to feel cold.

Is the owner of this note still alive?

Who wants to kill him?

Is it the "Taishou"?

Su Feiran's body was still shaking uncontrollably. She gritted her teeth, tried to calm herself, and carefully stuffed the two blood-stained notes back into the cracks in the bricks. Every tiny movement was so difficult that she could hardly feel the touch of her fingertips.

Then, pretending to be calm, she walked to the cold iron door and rang the bronze bell to summon the jailer.

The clear and rapid ringing of the bell echoed in the empty cell, in rhythm with her heartbeat.