Chapter 258 Long Time No See

Walking down the bluestone steps one by one, the light underground is dim, and the lack of sunlight for many years creates a damp and stuffy smell.

Wen Jin's expression did not change at all. He walked to the underground secret room. This was not a dungeon, but more like a relatively spacious hall. He walked through this underground hall and walked deeper and deeper. The secret passage gradually became narrower.

A cell made of black iron appeared in front of him. The cell was as quiet as death. A figure was huddled in the corner. If you didn't look carefully, you would almost think it was a large dog.

Wen Jin stood outside the cell, looking at the dark figure huddled in the corner. The other person did not move for a long time, as if he was slow to react.

"Xiao Jinghan, long time no see."

The calm five words made no waves, and there was no emotional ups and downs at all. The figure curled up in the corner seemed to tremble subconsciously, and then did not move for a long time.

Wen Jin waited patiently and did not rush.

Even if a healthy person stays here to see the light of day for a long time, his senses will become much duller, not to mention that Xiao Jamhan is already considered a cripple.

It was just that three meals a day were mixed with drugs to hang his life.

Time passed little by little, and the figure in the corner finally began to squirm... yes, just a little squirm. His hair was messy and dry like a madman, and his body was stooped like an old man.

Only half of the arms hanging by his sides were left, and both hands were gone.

In fact, after counting, it has only been more than half a year since the eldest princess left - Xiao Jamhan has no concept of time at all. He only feels that he has been suffering in this place where there are no humans or ghosts for more than ten years.

Suffering in hell every day is worse than death.

He didn't even know how he had fallen to this point.

Why didn't his father come to save him? Why didn't the emperor decree the death of Wen Jin, a sycophant?

Every day is hazy, filled with nothing but pain and despair.

"I came here today to tell you two things." Wen Jin stood calmly outside the cell. The air here was not good, and the cell was filled with an unpleasant smell, but he calmly seemed to be talking about romance. "The first thing is that your grandmother passed away in Jizhou. Your father and mother left the imperial city a few months ago and went back to Jizhou to observe mourning."

Wen Jin raised the corner of his mouth slightly, and his tone was as casual as if he was chatting with a friend, "Before he left, he asked Yan Chen to find his only son for him, but it's a pity that Yan Chen couldn't do it."

"The second thing is that the eldest princess has been enthroned as the emperor. Now the Great Yong Dynasty is under the final say of Her Majesty the Queen. The emperor whom your Xiao family is loyal to is now in a similar situation to you. Facts have proved that after all the arrangements of the late emperor, he will do the next thing The decision was a complete joke.”

Xiao Jamhan slowly raised his head. Under the messy and dry hair, his face was so haggard that his original appearance could not be seen. His face was covered with stubble, showing his age, and his eyes were lifeless.

After listening to Wen Jin's words, it seemed like it took him a long time to understand the meaning of his words, and shock and disbelief finally burst out in his eyes.

"You may feel that you are unjust. You have done nothing, but you have to end up like this." Wen Jin sighed, with a bit of pity, "Go to the Hall of the King of Hell. If you can meet the King of Hell, you can treat yourself well." Ask him and he will probably tell you the answer.”

After saying this, he calmly nodded to him and said goodbye, turned around and left. His slender figure was elegant and noble, with the demeanor of a young man.

A painful howl of "Ouch!" came from behind, like a sound squeezed out of the throat. Wen Jin turned a deaf ear and left.

Climbing up the stairs and returning to the study through the secret door, Wen Jin called out: "Wei Yun."

The study door was pushed open, Wei Yun walked in, knelt down on one knee: "My lord is back."

"Xiao Jinghan," Wen Jin pointed in the direction of the secret door, "let's give him a break."

"yes."

Wen Jin walked out of the study, raised his hand and said: "This place is sealed."

The guards on both sides responded: "Yes."

Wen Jin decided to go back to the main courtyard to take a bath to wash off the smell, put on clean clothes and then return to the palace.

Otherwise, this unpleasant smell will surely suffocate Your Majesty.

Wen Jin hadn't been back for a long time, so he summoned a maid to ask if there was hot water in the kitchen. The maid knelt down in a panic and replied: "Yes... yes... I will go and prepare hot water for the imperial concubine."

"Why are you so nervous?" Wen Jin was in a good mood, "I can wait."

"No, no, no need to wait, no need to wait." The maid's voice began to tremble, "Your Excellency is now a nobleman in the palace. If you don't serve me well, your crime... you deserve death!"

A noble person in the palace?

Wen Jin's expression was subtle for a moment. Is the nobleman in the palace so scary?

He had always thought that his temper had become much better recently. Although there were some changes in his identity, it seemed that he was more scary when he was the chief assistant.

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