The legitimate daughter returns to the capital and embarks on a splendid life, tearing apart the fak

Fusheng was awakened by the cold. He opened his eyes groggily, and all he could see was darkness. Only a faint light, coming from somewhere in the distance, could barely illuminate the outline of a person curled up beside him.

He rushed over to take a look, only to find that his hands and feet were bound. He struggled to crawl over and finally saw that it was Yun Lang.

He breathed a sigh of relief. It was good that the young master was with him. The young lady had told him that someone might harm the young master, so he was especially vigilant every day and almost always slept fully clothed at night.

Fortunately, I still had my clothes on.

He held his breath, listened intently, and looked around.

They were found locked in a stone cell with walls on three sides and a row of rough wooden bars in front.

Outside the fence was a narrow passageway, beyond which nothing could be seen clearly. The light was coming from there, probably from an oil lamp on the wall. It was very faint, but enough for him to see his surroundings.

Suddenly, he vaguely heard someone talking not far away.

Fusheng quickly climbed towards the fence, then pressed his ear as close as possible to hear a man complaining in a low voice, "Didn't that guy say that killing the person would be the end of it? Can't we just bring the person here?"

Another man said impatiently, "What are you afraid of? He said he'd kill him, but he didn't say when. If the sky falls, there are tall people to hold it up. This kid's family is rich, let's get some money first, and then we can do it."

"But what if they find us..."

"What are you looking for! This godforsaken place, no outsider could get in even in ten years. What are you afraid of? Look at you, you coward."

Fusheng felt a chill run down his spine, and his back was almost soaked with cold sweat.

He slowly retreated, sat down with his back against the stone wall, took several deep breaths, and forced himself to calm down.

He lowered his head and moved his wrists, which were tied behind his back.

The rope was tight, but his fingers could move. He gritted his teeth and deftly flipped his fingers upwards, slowly pulling his wrist out of the noose.

The kung fu he had been learning from Flying Eagle these past few days had paid off; his body was flexible and his fingers were slender, and after a few twists and turns, the rope came undone.

He rubbed his numb wrist and pulled an ebony whistle from his collar.

This was given to him by Eagle Claw, just like the one Yun Jin had.

He brought the whistle to his lips and blew it a few times with all his might.

The whistle was silent, with only a very light breeze passing through it. He didn't know how far this place was from the city, nor how far the sound could travel, but it was the only thing he could do at the moment.

After blowing the whistle, he tucked it back into his collar, crawled back to Yun Lang's side, and gently shook him: "Young Master, wake up, wake up quickly."

Yun Lang groaned in his sleep, opened his eyes, and before he could fully regain consciousness, he opened his mouth to call out.

Fusheng reacted quickly, covering his mouth and whispering in his ear, "Young Master, it's me, Fusheng. Don't make a sound, there are people outside."

Yun Lang opened his eyes wide and stared at him blankly for a long time before he reacted and nodded vigorously.

Fusheng then released his grip and briefly explained the situation: "We've been kidnapped. There are at least two guards outside, and I heard what they were saying. They're planning to ask their families for money while they wait until they get the money and then... kill us."

Yun Lang's throat was dry and hoarse, but he still tried his best to keep his voice down: "Fu Sheng, where is this? How did we get here?"

Fusheng shook his head: "I don't know either. I woke up here. I just heard people outside say that they want to exchange us for silver, but once they get the silver, they're going to kill us to silence us."

Yun Lang's face turned pale instantly. He forced himself to calm down, bit his lip, and whispered, "Don't be afraid. My sister and the prince will definitely find us."

Fusheng nodded and was about to untie the rope on Yunlang's hands when a very light footstep suddenly came from outside.

Fusheng's expression changed, and he quickly reminded him, "Young Master, close your eyes."

As he spoke, he quickly draped the hemp rope he had taken off over his shoulder, wrapped it around his back twice, put his hands behind his back, lay down, closed his eyes, and pretended to still be dizzy.

As the footsteps drew closer, a masked man approached the fence, carrying a dim oil lamp. He shone it into the cell and sneered, "Awake? Stop pretending. What time is it? Still sleeping?"

Seeing that neither of them moved, the man shouted, "You little brats, if you don't wake up, I'll throw a bucket of cold water on you and see if you wake up then."

Fusheng then opened his eyes, struggled to sit up, and shouted at the man, "You'd better release us right now! Do you know who I am? Let me tell you, I'm from the Beggars' Sect!"

"My master is the tenth leader of the Beggars' Sect! I'm his last disciple, the future eleventh leader! Release me right now!"

The masked man laughed loudly: "Little brat, who are you trying to scare? With your small frame, you call yourself the leader of the Beggars' Sect? I'm the leader of the martial arts alliance! Let me tell you the truth, we know that the man next to you is the eldest son of the Yun family."

His two older sisters are the future Princess Liang and the Princess of Ninghai, who will also be the future Princess Yu.

We also know that the magistrate of Ninghai County owns a shop that makes a fortune every day. You all stay put; we only care about money, not your lives. Once the silver is delivered, we'll let you go. But if you don't behave…”

He spoke through gritted teeth, his tone full of threat.

Fusheng's heart skipped a beat; they really were after their young master.

Yun Lang gritted his teeth, glaring at the man, his voice trembling slightly, but he still forced himself to speak, "Since you know who I am, you should know that I have the Yun family, the Chu family, and the Prince Yu's Mansion behind me. I advise you to release them now, otherwise, when they find this place, none of you will escape."

The masked man let out a "yo" and laughed in a sarcastic tone: "You still think you're the young master of the Yun family? Now that you're here, why are you putting on airs? I know you're the eldest son of the Yun family and the grandson of the Chu family, so what?"

If you want to suffer less, stay put and wait for your good sister to send you money. If you don't behave, you'll be the one who suffers.

Fusheng quickly chimed in, forcing a smile, "What you say is true, sir. We'll definitely be honest. You said yourself that you only care about money, not lives. In that case, could you get us some food?"

"Look, we've been locked up for most of the day, and we haven't eaten anything this morning. We're cold and hungry now. If your families come to send money back and see us half-dead from hunger, you won't be happy taking it, will you? We don't want anything else, just a hot meal and some soup."