The queen is crazy and spoiled, and the tyrant bows to her

For a split second, Jiang Wantang felt as if she had bumped into a solid wall. A hint of cool pine scent lingered around her nose, and she suddenly came to her senses.

Jiang Wantang subconsciously took several steps back, stepped on something, and almost fell.

Xie Zhiyan was quick to reach out and hold her arm, his voice low and gentle: "Be careful."

Jiang Wantang stood firmly and looked up to meet Xie Zhiyan's cold eyes that were as deep as a pool, as if they could suck her in completely.

Her heart skipped a beat for unknown reason and her breathing hitched.

Jiang Wantang quickly pulled his hand back, took a step back to create some distance, and whispered, "Thank you!"

Xie Zhiyan raised his eyebrows slightly, a hint of a smile on his lips, and said with a hint of joking: "You don't even look at the road when you walk. What are you thinking about so absent-mindedly?"

If it had been before, Jiang Wantang would have definitely retorted to him in a bad mood.

But today, she didn't.

Jiang Wantang looked at him calmly with a calm expression and said, "Xie Zhiyan, why are you helping me?"

Xie Zhiyan was originally Ji Wuyuan's man. Although she had dealt with him many times, he had helped her more than once.

But this time, it was different.

Xie Zhiyan has always been upright in his conduct.

Doing so now is undoubtedly partiality.

Even more...

He stood opposite Ji Wuyuan.

Xie Zhiyan looked at her wary and distant look, and a hint of sadness unconsciously appeared in his eyes, but he quickly restrained it.

He looked at Jiang Wantang, the playful expression on his face faded, and he smiled nonchalantly, saying, "Does there have to be a reason?"

When Xie Zhiyan said this, there was an indescribable dark color between his eyebrows. Although his posture seemed casual, his eyes were unusually focused.

Jiang Wantang raised her head and looked at him blankly.

Xie Zhiyan also looked at her, his eyes deep and complex.

When their eyes met, time seemed to stand still at this moment.

After a moment, Xie Zhiyan curved his face into a smile, his eyes dark and unclear.

Without waiting for Jiang Wantang to respond, he spoke first, "Let's go."

After saying that, Xie Zhiyan turned around and continued walking towards the depths of the cell with steady and powerful steps.

Jiang Wantang stood there silently, not knowing what he was thinking.

"If you don't leave now, His Majesty will be here..." Xie Zhiyan's voice came from the front, with a bit more seriousness.

Upon hearing this, Jiang Wantang put aside the complicated thoughts in his mind and quickly followed.

The two figures were stretched out in the dim, flickering candlelight, slowly moving along the prison wall...

Along the way, neither of them spoke again.

Finally, at the deepest end of the passage, Xie Zhiyan stopped in front of a hidden cell.

Jiang Wantang walked behind him and saw the familiar figure at a glance.

Jiang Huaizhou was dressed in a tattered, grimy white prison uniform, his hands and feet bound by heavy shackles. The cold iron chains dug deep into his skin, leaving the surrounding flesh swollen and festering, bloodstained...

He lowered his head, his body was thin, his once straight back was now hunched, his hair was scattered messily, covering most of his face, but it could not hide his pale face and the fatigue and indomitable spirit between his brows.

"Brother!" Jiang Wantang's pupils suddenly shook, his eyes turned red in an instant, and tears burst out.

She rushed to the cell desperately, holding the iron bars tightly with both hands, her voice trembling, "Brother...how could you...how could you..."

Jiang Wantang's voice, filled with endless sorrow and disbelief, echoed in the silent prison.

Jiang Huaizhou heard the noise and slowly raised his head. His eyes were a little dazed at first, but when he saw that it was Jiang Wantang, his pupils trembled and his dry lips trembled for a moment before he spoke, "Tang'er... why are you here?"

His voice was hoarse and weak, as if squeezed out from a dry throat.