After leaving Old Yang's courtyard, Chen Chuanling went straight to the female prisoners' quarters and sought out Ling Lanxiu, who was resting in her room.
Under normal circumstances, newly recruited prisoners of the Northern Nether Spirit Prison were assigned four to a dormitory. Because Ling Lanxiu was concealing her identity, she was treated no differently.
After entering the dormitory, Chen Chuanling sent the other three away, clearing out a space to be alone with Ling Lanxiu.
At this, annoyance immediately appeared on Ling Lanxiu's face.
She spoke in an exceedingly cold voice. "No matter what you want to say to me, I do not want to hear it right now. I only want some time alone, so please do not disturb me."
Feigning regret, Chen Chuanling sighed and turned away. "In that case, your instructor will leave first. Seeing how much you care about Su Chen, I had originally intended to tell you about some of his past."
"Wait..." Ling Lanxiu blurted out in surprise, instinctively reaching toward Chen Chuanling, who was turning to leave, in a gesture to stop her.
Yet the moment she raised her hand, she felt she had lost her composure.
She had just said those words. Changing her face so quickly would be utterly embarrassing, but she could not suppress her curiosity about Lu Feng. After a brief hesitation, she finally said, "If you insist on telling me, then I will reluctantly listen."
Her words carried all the prideful haughtiness of a young girl. Though her lips were pursed, the expectation in her eyes could not be concealed.
Seeing Ling Lanxiu's adorable appearance, Chen Chuanling inexplicably felt a touch of smug satisfaction, filled with the pride that old ginger was indeed spicier.
This was also the way she had thought of to ease things on