Nothing was more dispiriting than this: you played the hero rescuing a beauty, stormed into a great prison, and prepared to shelter her in your arms—only to discover that, though she was imprisoned in name, she was actually living in a suite. She had no need for you to "shake your mighty frame," unleash an imposing aura, or carpet-bomb the place with blade qi and Sword Qi.
Luo Qian was experiencing precisely that misery. After leaving Xie Tang, he entered the room next door. Zhu Ke'er sat before a dressing table, smiling brightly as she studied a booklet on how to put up her hair to look more feminine.
"Brother Luo!" The little girl was delighted to see him. Blushing, she tucked the booklet beneath her quilt and asked with a coy laugh, "Wh-what are you doing here? This is the Heavenly Prison..." Luo Qian coughed twice. So you do know this is a prison. With treatment like this, how is it a prison? Even a hotel might not have facilities this good.
Zhu Ke'er was innocent, unlike Xie Tang, which made her the best person to ask for inside information. Luo Qian put on what he considered a very sincere smile. "Ke'er, tell me: why are you getting such good treatment in the Heavenly Prison?" Zhu Ke'er looked puzzled. "What, you aren't happy that I'm being treated well..." Innocent though she was, she was quick-witted enough to catch his slip. "You? Who else have you seen besides me?" Before Luo Qian could learn anything from her, he had given himself away.
"No one. Just tell me why," he said evasively. Zhu Ke'er did not believe him, but she let it go. Wrinkling her little nose, she said glumly, "Would he dare treat me badly? Hmph." Luo Qian froze. "He?