Nan Xun patted her back comfortingly. He retrieved some clean clothes for Jun Huang and, after she got changed, took her to a dingy prison.

Jun Huang tightened her fists. The place reminded her of the water prison Qi Chen had put her in. The memory didn’t evoke fear in her heart, but anger.

They reached the fifth prince’s cell. He’d obviously been severely punished. His clothes were tattered, and his body was covered in deep, ugly gashes

Jun Huang looked at him like he was an insect to be squashed. Her superior grace was out of place in the filthy underground cell.

The fifth prince’s eyes lit up when he saw Jun Huang. Despite his pain, he crawled toward Jun Huang. The iron chains on his limbs prevented him from getting closer than three steps away from her.

“I’m your fifth brother, Jun Huang,” he begged. “Please spare me. Let me live.”

Jun Huang scoffed. What a joke the...