Jiang Luohan stood at the entrance to the Heavenly Prison, staring at the scene before her—resplendent and magnificent, like an underground palace. She was utterly stunned.
Ever-bright lamps were embedded in the walls, and carved red sandalwood doors stood along the passage... Was this really the Ministry of Justice's Heavenly Prison, the same gloomy, terrifying place that struck fear into everyone who heard of it?
"W-what... what is going on?"
Jiang Luohan furrowed her delicate brows, her beautiful eyes full of uncertainty. "Did I take a wrong turn?"
She instinctively stepped back half a pace, wanting to make sure she hadn't come to the wrong place.
But the familiar layout of the Surrounding Area, and the faint, unmistakably chilly air peculiar to the Heavenly Prison, reminded her that this was indeed the prison.
"It must be that playboy Xiao Sheng's doing."
Jiang Luohan quickly reached that conclusion, a flicker of disdain and disgust crossing her eyes. "Only an ignorant waste like him would turn a place like the Heavenly Prison into such a ridiculous, neither-here-nor-there mess. Absurd!"
Xiao Sheng was taking the blame again.
Ever since Zhang Yu had run into him, this Heir Apparent seemed to have been taking the blame nonstop. Now, though, he had a fellow sufferer.
In Jiang Luohan's eyes, aside from Xiao Sheng, the Heir Apparent of Jing Prince's Estate who did nothing but eat, drink, and make merry, no one would do anything so outrageous.
She didn't even consider Zhang Yu.
In her fixed understanding, Zhang Yu was just a powerless prisoner at everyone's mercy. How could he possibly have the ability to transform the Heavenly Prison into this?
Once she had reasoned it out, Jiang Luohan's doubts eased a little,
replaced by a sense of superiority.
No matter how lavishly the Heavenly Prison