"Hey! New guy! Why aren't you saying anything?"
Though Fengdu's cells were dim and lightless, they were fairly clean. Straw covered the floor, lending a faint bit of warmth, and there was no particularly heavy smell.
After all, the current Magistrate of Fengdu had a hobby of airing things out.
The chatterbox prisoner in the neighboring cell had been chattering nonstop.
Wang Wei said nothing.
He used to talk a lot. He loved asking questions.
Later, his master told him that keeping quiet could make him look like an expert.
So he tried his best not to speak.
He had also asked why his master talked so much, then.
His master's answer had been a flick to the forehead, along with: "I'm an expert already. I don't need to pretend."
His master had such bearing.
Wang Wei still had a clean-shaven head. Of course, his face was no longer that face. King Zhao had personally concealed it for him; no one could possibly see his true appearance.
The neighbor next door reclined amid a pile of straw, catching lice as he rambled on. "You've been in here three days already! Three days without a word—you've definitely got something on your mind."
"You know, I was the one who told them that if anyone came in next time, they might as well put them across from me—so we became neighbors. And you didn't even say hello."
"Where're you from? Tell me."
"You shaved your head, but you don't look like a monk. You look pretty fierce."
"Hey! Baldy! Don't you get lonely, staying in a hellhole like this?"
Perhaps the word "lonely" had a way of touching people's hearts.
Wang Wei finally spoke. "I've been in a Qi State prison before, but I didn't feel especially lonely."
He sat facing the