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Jiang Luohan stood at the entrance of the Heavenly Prison, stunned by the magnificent, underground palace-like scene before her.

Eternal lamps are embedded in the walls, and there are carved sandalwood doors... Is this still the same gloomy and terrifying prison of the Ministry of Justice that inspires fear?

"What... what's going on?"

Jiang Luohan frowned, her beautiful eyes filled with surprise and uncertainty. "Did I go to the wrong place?"

She instinctively took a half step back, wanting to confirm if she had come to the wrong place.

But the familiar layout around her and the faint, chilling aura unique to the Heavenly Prison reminded her that this was indeed the Heavenly Prison.

"It must have been that playboy Xiao Sheng who did this."

Jiang Luohan quickly came to a conclusion, a hint of disdain and disgust flashing in her eyes, "Only an incompetent good-for-nothing like him would turn a place like the Heavenly Prison into such a grotesque mess, it's truly absurd!"

Xiao Sheng is once again taking the blame.

Ever since he met Zhang Yu, this young master seems to have been constantly taking the blame, but now he has gained a fellow sufferer.

In Jiang Luohan's opinion, apart from Xiao Sheng, the prince of Jingwang Mansion who only knew how to eat, drink and have fun, no one would do such an outrageous thing.

She didn't even consider Zhang Yu as a suspect.

In her preconceived notion, Zhang Yu was just a powerless and helpless prisoner who could be slaughtered at will. How could he possibly have the ability to turn the prison into this state?

Having figured this out, Jiang Luohan's doubts lessened somewhat.

Instead, it is replaced by a sense of superiority.

No matter how luxuriously the Heavenly Prison is decorated, it cannot conceal the fact that it is a prison.

Zhang Yu, in the end, was just a prisoner, a piece of trash with no hope of ever getting ahead.

He wouldn't have come to see Zhang Yu if he hadn't been forced by circumstances.

Jiang Luohan straightened her back again, regaining her proud peacock-like demeanor.

She walked with graceful steps, stepping on the soft carpet, straight into the depths of the prison.

The further you go in, the more pronounced the sweet and strange smell becomes.

Jiang Luohan couldn't help but cover her nose with her embroidered handkerchief, her brows furrowing even more.

"What's that smell? It's so awful...?"

She muttered under her breath, her tone full of disdain.

She had no idea that this "unpleasant" smell was the lingering scent of "love potion," a drug that could make people lose their senses.

Although most of the medicinal effects had been absorbed by Zhang Yu and the other two, a faint aftertaste still lingered in the air.

Soon, Jiang Luohan arrived at the passageway where Zhang Yu's cell was located.

From afar, she spotted Zhang Yu standing beside the demolished prison door.

Zhang Yu's clothes were slightly disheveled, his face was covered with scratches, his hair was a bit messy, and he had a complex look of fatigue on his face.

The clothes were torn by Xiao Fenghua and Xiao Meier, and the scratches on her face were naturally the work of the two sisters.

Jiang Luohan was stunned when she saw Zhang Yu standing disheveled at the prison gate.

Shouldn't prisoners be locked in cells?

She encountered too many strange things today. There were no guards in the prison, and Zhang Yu, the prisoner, was not locked up in the main cell. Everything seemed so abnormal.

But when she saw Zhang Yu's tattered clothes and bruised face, she smiled smugly to herself.

She automatically imagined Zhang Yu being bullied and tortured in the prison, and felt extremely pleased.

To her, those scratches were clearly the "masterpiece" of the jailers or other prisoners.

"Zhang Yu, without the Marquis's mansion's support, you must be having a hard time in the imperial prison."

She assumed Zhang Yu had suffered greatly in the prison, so she pretended to be earnest and said, "That's why I say, don't be too arrogant. Without the Marquis's help, you won't be able to move an inch in the prison."

Jiang Luohan was once the unattainable white moonlight in the original owner's heart, the beloved he wanted to protect with all his might.

But now, Zhang Yu felt utterly disgusted by her arrogant attitude.

"Miss Jiang, what brings you here?"

Zhang Yu's voice was flat and emotionless, as if he were talking to a stranger.

Jiang Luohan was taken aback by Zhang Yu's cold attitude, and a strong sense of discomfort and... annoyance welled up in her heart.

What kind of attitude is that?

Why does he treat me like this?

Has he forgotten how he used to follow me around like a dog, always obedient and accommodating to my every whim?

Now that I'm locked up in the dungeon, I dare to give you attitude?

Jiang Luohan's face darkened, and her tone grew even colder: "Having been locked up in the dungeon these past few days, your temper has certainly grown?"

She habitually used the same tone she used to use when scolding Zhang Yu, as if Zhang Yu were still that good-for-nothing who could be beaten, scolded, and manipulated at will.

Upon hearing this, Zhang Yu's lips curled into a faint, slightly sarcastic smile.

"None of your business!"

He was annoyed and didn't have time to argue with her, so he asked directly, "Tell me, what's wrong?"

"you!"

Jiang Luohan was so choked by Zhang Yu's words that her face turned red. She pointed at Zhang Yu, trembling with anger.

She never expected that Zhang Yu would dare to speak to her like that.

Then she smiled knowingly, thinking that Zhang Yu was just throwing a tantrum about breaking off the engagement.

"Zhang Yu, stop fooling around."

She said impatiently, "You've stood idly by regarding the Marquis's mansion and given me attitude, isn't it all because of my annulment of our engagement?"

Zhang Yu raised an eyebrow, wondering what this crazy woman was up to.

She probably doesn't think I still have feelings for her.

Zhang Yu guessed right this time; that's exactly what Jiang Luohan thought, that's how narcissistic she is.

Jiang Luohan, recalling the method she had discussed with Qin Xuehua, prepared to continue stringing Zhang Yu along, and arrogantly said:

"Alright, I can give you one more chance. I'll postpone your engagement to Xiao Heng for now."

However, you must bring Chen Dongpeng back immediately and resolve the problem at the Hou family's alchemy workshop.

She acted as if she were bestowing a great favor upon Zhang Yu.

Looking at the woman in front of him who was talking to herself and had an extremely high opinion of herself, Zhang Yu felt a wave of speechlessness wash over him.

Nobody wants your chance. You'd better get the hell out of here and never see me again.

Xiao Fenghua and Xiao Meier, who were pretending to be asleep, simultaneously opened their eyes with a start. Jiang Luohan was Zhang Yu's white moonlight, and they were afraid that Zhang Yu would turn into a simp again.

They've already had a relationship with Zhang Yu. If Zhang Yu continues to be infatuated with Jiang Luohan and continues to fawn over her, they'll truly feel ashamed.

"Are you done talking?"

Zhang Yu finally spoke, his voice as cold as ice.

Jiang Luohan was taken aback, thinking that Zhang Yu was feigning indifference in order to get a bigger promise, and said:

"Zhang Yu, don't push your luck. This is my last chance for you, so don't be ungrateful."

If you mess this up, I will never forgive you.

"I'm ordering you now, immediately, to find a way to contact Chen Dongpeng. And don't try any more of those cheap tricks of playing hard to get; they'll only make me despise you more."

Jiang Luohan looked down at Zhang Yu with disdain, as if she had seen through all his tricks and schemes.

She still believes that Zhang Yu is deeply in love with her, and that his actions today are just him throwing a tantrum.