Not Admitting Even in Death
編輯: Henyee Translations
"Sikong Fuling." Suddenly, Qiao Mu's voice drifted into her ears through the wooden cell door.
At the beginning, she thought that she was hallucinating, however…
Someone's face entered her sight, triggering her into pouncing over frenziedly. Consequently, she got electrocuted when she grabbed the wooden bars with her hands. She hastily withdrew them as she yowled in fury, "It really is you! Stoic face! Stoic face! Quickly let me out! Let me out!"
After watching a certain person going ballistic while hopping mad inside the cell, the little stoic's face turned to look at the crown prince, who ambled over slowly. "Have her released."
"Release her." At the crown prince's order, two young men in black ran over briskly and pressed a button on the mechanism in the stone wall.
The cell door in front of Sikong Fuling bounced open abruptly.
She then hastily bent her waist and bolted outside to where Qiao Mu and Mo Lian were standing.