The eldest princess is a captive and the abstinent official is seductive

Walking up the bluestone steps one by one, the light on the ground is dim, and the lack of sunlight for many years creates a damp and stuffy smell.

Wen Jin's expression did not change at all. He walked to the secret room. This was not a dungeon, but more like a relatively spacious hall. He walked through this underground hall and walked inside. The deeper he went, the secret passage gradually became narrower. stand up.

A cell made of black iron appeared in front of him. The cell was as quiet as death. A figure was huddled in the corner. If you didn't look carefully, you would almost think it was a large dog.

Wen Jin stood in front of the cell, looking at the dark figure huddled in the corner. There was no movement for a long time, as if he was slow to react.

"Xiao Jinghan, long time no see."

The calm five words made no waves, and there was no emotional ups and downs at all. The figure curled up in the corner trembled consciously, and then did not move for a long time.

Wen Jin waited patiently and did not rush.

If a healthy person stays here for a long time to see the light of day, his senses will become much duller, not to mention that Xiao Jamhan is already considered a cripple.

But every day, his meals were mixed with drugs to keep him alive.

Time passed little by little, and the figure in the corner finally began to squirm... yes, just a little squirm. His hair was messy and dry like a madman, and his body was stooped like an old man.

Only half of the arms hanging by his sides were left, and both hands were gone.

In fact, it was only half a year from the time the eldest son left until now - Xiao Jinghan had no idea about time. He only felt that he had been suffering in this place where there were no humans or ghosts for more than ten years.

Suffering in hell every day is worse than death.

He didn't even know how he had fallen to this point.

Why didn't his father come to save him? Why didn't the emperor have an edict to put Wen Jin, a sycophant, to death?

I feel confused every day, feeling nothing but pain and despair.

"I came here today to tell you two things." Wen Jin stood calmly in the cell. The air here was not good, and the cell was filled with an unpleasant smell. However, he calmly talked about romance, "The first thing is that your grandmother passed away in Jizhou. Your father and mother left the imperial city a few months ago and went back to Jizhou to observe mourning."

Wen Jin raised the corner of his mouth slightly, and his tone was as casual as if he was chatting with a friend, "Before he left, he asked Yan Chen to find his only son for him, but unfortunately Yan Chen failed to do so."

"The second thing is that the eldest son has ascended the throne as the emperor. Now the Queen has the final say over the Great Yong Dynasty. The emperor whom your Xiao family is loyal to is now in a similar situation to you. Facts have proved that after the former emperor's organs are exhausted, The decision was simply a joke.”

Xiao Jamhan slowly raised his head, his hair was messy and dry, his face was so haggard that his original appearance could not be seen, his face was covered with stubble, showing his old appearance, and there was no life in his eyes.

After listening to Wen Jin's words, it seemed like it took him a long time to understand the meaning of his words, and shock and disbelief finally burst out in his eyes.

"You may feel that you are unjust. You have done nothing, but you have to end up like this." Wen Jin sighed and kissed him with a bit of pity, "Go to the Hall of the King of Hell. If you can meet the King of Hell, You can ask him carefully and he should tell you the answer.”

After saying this, he calmly nodded to him and said goodbye, turned around and left. His slender figure was elegant and noble, and he had the demeanor of a young man.

A painful howl of "Ouch!" came from behind, like a sound squeezed out of the throat. Wen Jin turned a deaf ear and left.

Climbing up the stairs and returning to the study through the secret door, Wen Jin called out: "Wei Yun."

The study door was pushed open, and Wei Yun walked in, kneeling on one knee: "My lord is back."

"Xiao Jinghan," Wen Jin pointed to the secret door, "let's give him a break."

"놆."

Wen Jin walked out of the study, raised his hand and said: "This place is sealed."

The guards on both sides responded: "놆."

Wen Jin decided to go back to the courtyard to take a bath to wash off the smell, put on clean clothes and then return to the palace.

Otherwise, this unpleasant smell will surely suffocate you.

Wen Jin hadn't been back for a long time, so he summoned a maid to ask if there was hot water in the kitchen. The maid hurriedly knelt down and replied, "This slave will go and prepare hot water for the imperial concubine."

"Why are you so nervous?" Wen Jin was in a good mood, "I can wait."

"No, no, no need to wait, no need to wait." The maid's voice began to tremble, "Your Excellency, the nobles in the palace now, and the slaves and maids are not serving you well. The crime...is worthy of death!"

A noble person in the palace?

Wen Jin's expression was so subtle for a moment, could the nobleman in the palace be so scary?

He always thought that his temper had become much better recently. Although there were some changes in his identity, it seemed that he was more frightened when he was the first assistant.