Threat!

Creak!

The sound of the door opening resonated throughout the dim room.

Situ Xingchen—who was locked in a cage—suddenly raised her head. Her intricate hairpin had already fallen, causing her hair to droop down messily. She looked very despaired.

The messy stains on her face made her look even more unkempt.

She had lived for so many years but had never fallen into such a situation.

The footstep sounds gradually came nearer.

A man came in and stood three steps away from the cage.

Inside the empty room, only two candles were dimly lit on the spotted wall.

Situ Xingchen couldn't see the incoming person's face, but once she saw his figure, she immediately recognized the other party's identity.

It was Emperor Jiawen!

She almost instantly stood up, rushed over to grab the cage, and harshly shook it. "Let me out! Let me out! My father is already here, right?"