Severed ties and living in a dilapidated house? No worries, the poor thing has a space.

As soon as Fang Yu stepped into the dining hall, his gaze quickly swept over everyone inside.

When his gaze fell on the dignified and elegant lady, he quickly stopped and said apologetically, "I'm sorry, Madam, for keeping everyone waiting."

The lady smiled broadly, took her hand in a very kind manner, gently led her to a seat, and softly pressed her down to sit.

The lady reassured her, "Miss Fang, you're too kind. We've delayed your enjoyment of the snow scene. But you haven't eaten all day, so your health is the most important thing."

After saying this, the lady placed a piece of meat into her bowl and served her a bowl of hot soup.

She quickly thanked them, then glanced at the group and said, "Everyone, please start eating."

Sitting to the side, Xiao Jingqi remained silent, quietly placing some of her favorite dishes into her bowl.

Then, the lady smiled and picked up the wine glass on the table, saying with deep gratitude, "Miss Fang, I must toast you with this glass. If it weren't for your righteous help, I'm afraid I would never have seen my Xi'er and Yan'er again in this life, let alone the current state of Chi Kingdom..."

As she continued speaking, the lady's voice gradually became lower and even slightly choked.

Fang Yu picked up his wine glass and quickly replied, "Madam, you flatter me. To be able to see the first snowfall of the year in Chi Kingdom is already a joyous occasion for me."

After speaking, she raised her head without hesitation and drank the wine in her glass in one gulp.

Seeing Fang Yu's forthright and carefree demeanor, the lady's eyes, which had been brimming with tears, instantly blossomed into a joyful smile, and she nodded repeatedly, saying, "Good, Miss Fang is so straightforward."

Seeing that Fu Ju was about to offer a toast, Fang Yu stopped him first: "Don't say anything, let's eat first, I'm hungry."

Her words drew chuckles from the crowd.

Fu Ju nodded: "Alright, then Miss Fang, eat more. These are all your favorite dishes."

Fang Yu ate all the food that Xiao Jingqi had put on his plate.

Xin Fujiyan, who was making a cracking sound while holding his chopsticks, watched this scene with his brows furrowed so deeply they could have trapped a fly.

Fu Ju turned slightly to the side and whispered a reminder, "Eat quickly, the food is getting cold."

Fang Yu had almost finished eating when he and his wife each took a drink.

The lady also grew to like Fang Yu more and more as they talked.

At this moment, Wu Yan came in and whispered in Fu Ju's ear, "My lord, Xin Fu Jin Yan has woken up and is insisting on seeing you."

Fu Ju loosened his grip on the wine glass, glanced at his wife and Fang Yu, nodded to Xiao Jingqi, and then left with Wu Yan.

Inside the dark, damp prison, which reeked of decay.

Xin Fujinyan was in a terrible state, covered in dirt, with his hair disheveled and covering most of his face.

His hands gripped the cell door tightly, his eyes fixed on the figure slowly descending the steps.

Xin Fujinyan shouted excitedly, "Xin Fujuxi, you despicable villain, if you don't want to die a horrible death, release me right now!"

When Xin Fujuxi approached, Xin Fujinyan finally saw his attire clearly. It was a magnificent robe that represented the status and position of the ruler of the Chi Kingdom!

Xin Fujinyan's pupils suddenly contracted, and his hands gripping the prison door tightened their grip, so much so that his sharp nails dug deep into the hard wood.

"Xin Fujuxi, what have you done to my father? I will tear you to pieces!!"

His eyes were wide open in anger, as if they were about to pop out, his face was flushed red, and he roared hysterically.

Without this sturdy cage as a barrier, he would probably immediately transform into a ferocious and savage wolf, recklessly pouncing on Xin Fuju Xi and tearing at him with his blood-red maw.

However, when faced with the furious Xin Fu Jin Yan, Xin Fu Zhou Xi only slightly raised the corners of his mouth, revealing a contemptuous and mocking smile.

He casually stretched out a hand and gently stroked the hem of his clothes, then slowly said, "Why do you ask when you already know the answer? It's easy to kill me. If you have the ability to leave here, then come and try."

Xin Fujinyan felt an atmosphere of despair and helplessness permeating the surroundings.

It seems there is no longer a glimmer of hope in sight.

He slowly released his hands as if all his strength had been drained away.

He collapsed onto the cold, hard ground, utterly exhausted and powerless, like a lump of mud.

His eyes were fixed blankly on the heavy iron chains on his feet.

He sat there silently, motionless, like a statue that had lost its soul.

His chapped lips trembled slightly as he uttered a low, hoarse call: "Xin Fujuxi..."

His voice carried a hint of pleading that was hard to put into words.

"The victor is king, the loser is a bandit. Since I've already fallen so low, you might as well kill me!"

Xin Fujinyan gritted his teeth and used his last bit of strength to say it.

However, he was met with a sudden, cold laugh.

"Want to die? It's not that easy!"

Xin Fujuxi's laughter echoed in the small space, sounding particularly jarring.

"You have committed such heinous crimes and harmed countless innocent people. How can you be allowed to die so easily? Wouldn't that be too lenient on you!"

Upon hearing this, Xin Fujinyan's body trembled involuntarily, but he still forced himself to raise his head, look directly into Xin Fujuxi's eyes, and asked again, "Then what exactly do you want?"

This time, however, his questioning tone was noticeably weaker, reflecting more fear and unease about his unknown fate.

Xin Fujinyan's question did not answer immediately.

He slowly raised his gaze and looked around the dark, damp, and sunless cage.

The mottled marks on the walls, the foul-smelling sewage on the ground, and the rotten smell in the air all made people feel extremely depressed.

A relieved smile suddenly appeared on Xin Fujuxi's lips.

That smile contained both a letting go of past grievances and a certain expectation for the future.

He gently shook his head, no longer glancing at Xin Fujinyan, and turned to leave this place filled with sin and pain.

Xin Fujinyan was indeed a wicked man. The various evil deeds he committed were intolerable and he deserved to die.

However, for him, who was now in dire straits, death might not be the most severe punishment, but rather a kind of relief.

Only by living can he truly feel the deep regret and pain in his heart, and bear the consequences of his mistakes.

How could Fu Ju just let him die like that? Of course, he wanted him to live well, to live a life worse than death.