After His Majesty's rebirth, he personally taught the queen to abuse the scumbag

Ji Lingzhou didn't know what she was thinking, so he didn't want to explain anything. Cheng Mingran didn't want to stay here any longer, so she just wanted to leave as soon as possible.

"Then Your Majesty... your concubine..." Ji Lingzhou could clearly see what Cheng Mingran meant. He knew that Cheng Mingran was eager to see her father, so he did not try to keep her.

"Go, Li Sheng, arrange for the palace servants to take Concubine Shu out of the palace. But keep a low profile to avoid any trouble later." Ji Lingzhou said and Li Sheng nodded in response: "Yes", then he looked at Cheng Mingran: "Please, Concubine Shu."

Cheng Mingran bowed slightly to Ji Lingzhou, and then retreated out of the Qinzheng Hall. She didn't want to stay in this place any longer.

After leaving the Qinzheng Palace, she took a deep breath and felt as if she were alive again. She was taken to the side by the palace servants, where a carriage was waiting, and next to her was a man in black clothes.

"Put the things up first." Cheng Mingran said to the palace servant behind her.

Inside these were some things he had prepared for his father. In addition to things to keep him warm, there were also a lot of medicines for injuries.

The carriage didn't look very big, but it was more than enough for everyone to sit in. The furnishings inside were also very delicate, which was not like Ji Lingzhou's style. In addition, there was a cloak, which should have been prepared for her in advance. After all, it was not good for her to let others know her identity this time, so she might be able to use it later.

After she actually got on the carriage, she still felt like she was dreaming. Did she really leave the palace like this? The most important thing was that she saw her father right away? She hadn't seen her father for many years...

As she sat in the carriage, her heart was restless. She listened to the familiar hawking outside, which seemed to be very far away.

Cheng Mingran wanted to lift the curtain of the carriage to see what was happening outside, but she didn't have the courage. She knew that Ji Lingzhou was still outside, and this opportunity was hard to come by. She didn't want to make Ji Lingzhou suspicious because of her curiosity.

So on the way to the Dali Temple, Cheng Mingran just sat silently in the carriage without saying a word, trying his best to suppress the bitterness in his eyes.

at last

When the carriage stopped at the entrance of Dali Temple, Cheng Mingran still felt unreal. Shuhua outside helped her get off the carriage. Cheng Mingran had already put on her cloak, and her whole body was covered tightly. Even Shuhua had put on a veil and a hat.

"My queen, be careful." Shuhua was afraid that Cheng Mingran would fall.

"Empress." The few people who had been following her also came up. Cheng Mingran looked at them. It seemed that they all knew martial arts. Ji Lingzhou... really put a lot of effort into this.

"Your Majesty has already made arrangements. Let us take the queen in," said several guards.

Cheng Mingran naturally had no intention of refusing. She just said, "Thank you," and then followed them in.

It should be because Ji Lingzhou had someone make arrangements in advance, so there didn’t seem to be a lot of people in the Dali Temple today, especially there were not many people met on the road.

The two of them had a smooth journey, and no one wanted to stop them or ask questions, but... this Dali Temple was indeed not an ordinary place.

The Dali Temple has always been a place of strict interrogation, majestic and terrifying.

As soon as Cheng Mingran stepped into the Dali Temple, he could clearly feel a heavy atmosphere coming towards him, as if even the air was filled with tension and depression.

In the inner hall, the towering stone walls and the towering ancient trees complement each other, making it more solemn and majestic. The heavy clouds blocked the sunlight, shrouding the entire Dali Temple in gloom. Occasionally, the wind blew, and the leaves rustled, as if whispering some secrets.

When Cheng Mingran entered the interrogation hall of the Dali Temple, a chill came over him. Several dim lanterns were hung on the high beams, swaying and emitting a weak light.

In the middle of the lobby is a huge desk with various torture instruments on it, each of which exudes a chilling coldness. The mottled bricks on the wall reveal traces of time, as if telling the bloody and terrifying scenes that once took place here.

In the interrogation room, the heavy chains and shackles made clanking sounds from time to time, echoing in the empty hall, which was creepy. The air was filled with an indescribable stench, which was nauseating. Cheng Mingran had never been to such a place before, and this was her first time here and she was a little uncomfortable.

She felt that every corner here was filled with coldness and desolation, as if there were wronged souls wandering around at all times. In such an environment, even soldiers in iron armor would feel terrified. The cold palace was nothing compared to this place, but... Her expression was gloomy. Daddy had been here for more than four months...

There is no one in the interrogation room of Dali Temple now. I don’t know if it’s because she didn’t encounter it today. Cheng Mingran has heard before that there are endless interrogations of prisoners in Dali Temple, and screams are heard all the time. But she didn’t encounter it today. For a moment, she didn’t know whether she should be afraid or relieved.

Behind the interrogation room was the prison cell, and the environment became more and more unbearable the further inside. She looked at the prisoners in the cell, and most of them were in a state beyond description.

They were dressed in rags, their bodies were covered with scars and bloodstains, and their faces had become haggard and their eyes dull due to long-term imprisonment and harsh treatment.

Due to long-term malnutrition and lack of sunlight, the prisoners were pale and thin, with messy hair and long nails, looking like ghosts.

Some of the prisoners had their hands bound tightly with rough iron chains, which not only restricted their freedom of movement but also severely damaged their self-esteem.

They were forced to live in small, dark cells, isolated from the outside world, with loneliness and despair becoming their only companions in their lives.

Cheng Mingran just watched those people huddled in the corner, staring at the small piece of sky outside the iron window with empty eyes. Some of them even showed symptoms of mental confusion. They muttered to themselves as if they were fighting the demons in their hearts.

Cheng Mingran wondered if there was a possibility that these prisoners here had experienced the same despair as she had in the past? She didn't know how many of these people were innocent and how many were the most evil, but she knew that her father and the Cheng family were innocent.

Daddy...what is his current situation? Is he the same as these people? Her heart suddenly ached.