In the dead of night, the moon was bright and the stars were sparse. The dim cell fell into silence.
A few prison guards were lying on the table and dozing off.
Suddenly, a dull thud came from a cell. The prison guards suddenly woke up.
Before they could move, a group of people rushed out of the darkness. The leader was Vice Minister Du.
A knock sounded at the door.
The first knock on the door made Song Jingchen open his eyes. He first glanced at Shen Yijia, who was still sleeping, before getting up, putting on his clothes, and opening the door.
Last night, Shen Yijia drank a little and slept soundly. Actually, Song Jingchen didn't have to worry about waking her up.
"Master, someone from the Court of Judicial Review is here," South Wind reported in a low voice.
Song Jingchen turned around and closed the door before asking, "Where is he?"
