I have already established my power and prestige, so how did Li Shimin come back to life?

Their gazes did not linger for the slightest, nor was there any trace of camaraderie as former comrades. They had absolutely no intention of caring for him, as if he was a person abandoned by the world, a person who should not exist in their memory.

Zhang Xianhuai also came once. He stood quietly outside the cell, expressionless, staring at Lu Jingsuo without saying a word.

His eyes contained complex emotions, including confusion, regret, reluctance, and a hint of indescribable helplessness.

He looked like this for a long time, as if he wanted to engrave Lu Jingsuo's appearance in his mind, but finally turned around and left silently, leaving Lu Jingsuo alone in this dark cell, enduring loneliness and solitude.

For three whole days, no Jinyiwei came to interrogate him, and no one from the Ministry of Justice came to file a case. It seemed as if the entire Zhaoyu prison had forgotten his existence.

Lu Jingsuo seemed to have been forgotten by the whole world, staying alone in the deepest part of Zhaoyu.

Those imprisoned here are all extremely vicious people. The walls around them exude a chill that seems to be able to freeze people's souls.

There seemed to be countless pairs of prying eyes hidden in that dark corner, which made people feel scared.

Lu Jingsuo spends most of his time quietly closing his eyes and resting, but those who know him well know that beneath his seemingly calm appearance, he is actually waiting in his heart, waiting for someone who is very important to him to appear. That is his only desire in this darkness.

The heavy cell door was slowly opened, and the rusty hinges made a teeth-grinding "creaking" sound, which seemed particularly abrupt and terrifying in this silent environment.

The voice was like a call from hell, breaking the original silence.

A royal chair was carefully placed at the prison door by the Embroidered Uniform Guards. The action seemed as if they were placing a fragile treasure, or performing a solemn ceremony.

When Lu Jingsuo heard the noise, he opened his eyes slightly, and a barely perceptible light flashed in his eyes.

He tried hard to tidy up his messy appearance, combed his hair with trembling hands, wiped the dirt off his face, then knelt respectfully on the ground, his eyes full of awe.

Li Chengqian, dressed in a black robe, walked in slowly from outside. His steps were heavy and slow, and each step seemed to carry a heavy burden, as if a mountain was pressing on him.

He walked to the armchair and sat down slowly. His expression was stern, but his eyes were filled with complex emotions that others could hardly detect, including sadness, helplessness, reluctance, and mostly heartache.

Then he waved his hand, and all the Jinyiwei retreated as ordered.

In an instant, only Li Chengqian and Lu Jingsuo were left in the quiet depths of Zhaoyu.

"Your Majesty, long live Your Majesty!"

Lu Jingsuo's voice echoed in the depths of the silent Zhaoyu Prison, filled with immense loyalty and awe.

After saying that, he slammed his forehead hard to the ground. The "bang" sound seemed like a heavy blow to his own belief. His forehead instantly became red and swollen, but he was completely unaware of it.

"Lu Jingsuo, a student of the first class of Xianyang National University's Medical Training Program, greets the teacher!"

His voice trembled slightly, and his eyes were full of affection.

As soon as he finished speaking, he slammed his head hard on the ground once, twice, and three times, using all his strength each time.

The hard ground collided with his forehead, and blood spurted out instantly, flowing down his forehead, first dyeing his eyebrows red, then flowing down his cheeks to his chin, dripping onto the ground, forming a small patch of glaring red in the dim cell.

"Teacher! Please take care of yourself!"

He raised his head, the determination and concern in his eyes were not concealed at all. It seemed as if his gaze could penetrate the darkness and convey all his emotions to the man in front of him who was both the monarch and his mentor.