Lin Haihai turned to throw a glance at Bai Muyang, who had yet to recover from the shock. She said, “Write down how you’ve been contacting the herb farmers. I want to see it tomorrow morning. Otherwise you know what would happen to you!”

With that, she walked away with an icy look on her face. Wangchen opened the door to the prison, allowing Lin Haihai passage. Once she was out, Lin Haihai could no longer contain the disgust she had been suppressing. She squatted down and threw up.

“What happened?” Luo Kuangyuan asked Wangchen, throwing concerned looks at Lin Haihai.

An indiscernible look passed through Wangchen’s eyes. “She’s fine. She simply couldn’t stand the smell of blood from Bai Muyang!”

Luo Kuangyuan frowned. He knew it was a lie. He had seen her treat injured patients without even a frown, and their bleeding wounds were much more terrifying than Bai Muyang’s. It was unlikely that she would throw up because of the smell of blood. What had happened in the prison?

Wangchen knew she couldn’t fool the clever man who oversaw the Court of Judicial Review, and it was never her intention. The truth wasn’t important. Sometimes, it was better not to get to the bottom of everything. She had been learning to not overthink.

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