With a soft moan from Lan Ruoyue.
White clothes flew everywhere, and two kinds of sounds mingled together, tantalizingly seductive.
Er Huo and Old Man stood outside for a long time-so long that Er Huo's legs were starting to go numb-but they still heard no movement inside.
"Why is His Highness taking so long? Could something have happened?"
Old Man lit his Tobacco Pipe outside. "What could happen? That girl's locked up. Surely the Second Prince can handle one little girl?"
Er Huo thought that made sense. "But why isn't there a single sound?"
"See this door?"
Old Man tapped the door with his pipe. "Solid iron, with two layers and a core between them. Even heavy torture wouldn't send a sound through it. How could you hear anything?"
Er Huo nodded, but the more he thought about it, the more something felt wrong.
It had already been two hours. If they stayed any longer, someone might see them and stir up more trouble.
Er Huo hurriedly said, "Open the door. I'll go in and check."
The jailer was reluctant at first, but after hesitating for a while, he opened the door as Er Huo requested.
The instant the door opened, a strange yet familiar smell came rushing out, mixed with a stench and the dungeon's peculiar mustiness.
Er Huo went inside carrying a lantern. The action still wasn't over; two large, pale bodies were tangled together.
Lan Ruoyue's body was covered in the dungeon's filth. The sight alone made him want to vomit.
"Urgh!"
The jailer couldn't help covering his mouth and retching twice off to the side.
"The Second Prince really... isn't picky at all..."
"Shut up! What are you standing around for? Help me get him out! You saw nothing today and heard nothing!"
Old Man hurriedly