"Qian Renyue, are you really going to listen to this man's wild accusations?"
Before Yu Xiaogang could get the words out, a light female voice came from the Dungeon's only opening that let in light.
Hearing that familiar voice, Yu Xiaogang's heart gave a slight tremor. I'm done for.
How was he supposed to explain this now?!
Bibi Dong's sudden appearance took Qian Renyue somewhat by surprise. At the sound of her voice, she put away her stern expression and slowly turned to look at Bibi Dong. The hem of Bibi Dong's exquisite, regal gown swept across the filthy floor, her incomparable air of nobility seeming rather out of place in the damp, chilly Dungeon.
Qian Renyue looked at her, narrowing her eyes slightly. "Your esteemed Holiness, how did you find the time to come here?"
"I heard someone injured soldiers of my Spirit Hall. As Pope, surely I ought to look into it?"
Seeing Guang Ling there, Bibi Dong adopted a better attitude than usual. She surveyed the two people in the cell: one was the man she had once loved, and the other was the romantic rival she had once loathed. Looking at them now, they made an exceptionally well-matched pair.
Qian Renyue followed her gaze to Yu Xiaogang and smiled. "Of course you ought to look into it. I just wonder how Your Holiness intends to deal with them?"
"Deal with them?"
Bibi Dong spoke coldly, her indifferent gaze settling on Liu Erlong. Yu Xiaogang now found himself caught between three sides: Liu Erlong on one side, Bibi Dong on another, and Qian Renyue on the third.
If he showed concern for Liu Erlong, Bibi Dong would certainly be unhappy. If he showed concern for Bibi Dong, Liu Erlong would certainly be unhappy. But if he spilled