County Magistrate Tang stepped out of the prison cell, looked back at Ying Wenhai sitting in the cell sulking, and smiled faintly. He beckoned the prison head over and said, "From now on, when the Ying Family sends anything over, inspect everything thoroughly. Any items with writing or medicine are strictly forbidden. As for the food, supervise it yourselves. Starting today, I want him free from illness and calamity. If he gets sick, whether it's diarrhea or a fever, I'll hold you responsible."
The prison head's entire face crumpled in misery, "My lord, this...this is too difficult. That young master is not cooperative at all and often refuses to eat."
"Don't worry, after today he won't be refusing to eat," County Magistrate Tang said with a smile: "It's as if he enjoys starving himself."
The prison head was still unhappy. After all, the Ying Family's status was no small matter, to say nothing of the Prince of Yizhou's mansion above them.