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"In a prison? In front of the guards?" She pointed at the five, six, seven, maybe eight lackeys outside. Most were iron-blooded men who had probably heard of Longyang but never seen it for themselves. "Look at the way they're staring at us."

"...That's disgusting."

"I'm about to throw up last night's dinner. The Young Master wasn't like this back then."

"How could he be interested in a man?"

"Isn't there more to it than that? How could he still be interested in a man while locked up in prison?"

The guards shared their thoughts without the slightest restraint. Seeing that the two of them no longer had the mood to continue what they had started, the guards turned away one after another and shuddered.

"Still in the mood?" Zhu Bafu rolled her eyes so hard they nearly disappeared.

"What's wrong with a prison? I think this place is rather romantic." At least it shut him and Little Eight inside the same small cage. Even if Little Eight wanted to run, she couldn't get away from him; he could pull her into his arms with a casual reach. Under the whole sky, he feared there was nowhere else like it.

Zhu Bafu let out a long, defeated sigh and sat cross-legged in a corner. She had no time to argue with the Young Master about his twisted outlook on life. What mattered now was quietly sorting through her thoughts and finding a foolproof way out of this prison. The Statement of Charges Prime Minister Li wanted her to sign and seal, taking the blame for everything, was still waiting for her. If the Young Master hadn't made such a scene, she would likely have been tortured already. Once that happened, she could never hide the fact that she was a