Soon, Liang Luo was locked up in the dungeon of Prince Li's mansion.
It was not only dark and damp, but the torture instruments hanging on the walls were terrifying.
If there had been a bronze mirror here, Liang Luo would surely have seen the bruises all over her neck and her face turning deathly pale.
The outcome was neither torture nor imprisonment, but endless humiliation.
When she saw the foul-smelling beggars walk in, Liang Luo went mad.
"Help, help!"
At this moment, even if she screamed her lungs out, it would be useless. No one would help her, and no one could save her from this hellhole.
If she were given another chance at everything, she would rather marry a mountain villager than look at the Ninth Prince again.
That night, Liang Pan suddenly woke up from his dream, and Wei Lanxuan, who was beside him, was also woken up.
"Pan Lang, what's wrong? Did you have a nightmare?"
Liang Pan was covered in cold sweat, his mind still a little dazed. He didn't know why he was like this, as if he had heard his sister's cry for help in his dream.
Wei Lanxuan placed her hand on his forehead and felt it. He didn't have a fever.
So she gently comforted him, "Would you like me to have someone fetch a basin of water for you to wipe your sweat?"
Liang Pan finally came back to his senses from his nightmare.
Seeing Wei Lanxuan's anxious look, he felt a little embarrassed.
"No need, it will disturb you. I just had a momentary nightmare, nothing serious."
"That's good."
As he was tucking himself back into bed, Liang Pan suddenly asked.
"Have you seen my sister these past few days?"
"No, I've only seen her once since she married into Prince Li's mansion. What's wrong? Do you miss her?"
"A little. I just seemed to hear her cry for help, which is why I was startled."
"The elders all say that dreams are the opposite. You don't remember that she was eager to marry him. Now that she's satisfied, she's forgotten us family members. However, since you miss her, I'll have them send an invitation tomorrow to invite her back for a gathering."
"Okay, thank you, Madam, for your trouble."
"Go to sleep, you have to get up early tomorrow."
"Okay."
The two of them lay down again, hand in hand.
But Liang Pan did not know that the sister he heard crying for help in his dream was currently suffering endless torment.
The next day, when Wei Lanxuan sent the invitation to Prince Li's mansion, the reply was that Consort Liang was accompanying the Prince to a manor outside the city to escape the heat and would not return for about half a month.
Hearing this, Wei Lanxuan felt a little envious.
Given the weather, and the fact that she was pregnant, she was particularly sensitive to the heat, using more ice daily.
But Liang Luo was fortunate enough to accompany him to escape the heat.
Later, when she told Liang Pan about this, he thought his sister was living well in Prince Li's mansion, so he didn't think much of it.
The weather in August was getting hotter and hotter.
The Sixth Prince and Feng Jinxu, who were responsible for escorting supplies to the southwest for disaster relief, dared not delay and were hurrying on their way.
Feng Jinxu was not afraid of the journey, as he often worked outdoors when he was serving in the Dali Temple.
On the other hand, the Sixth Prince, who looked delicate and weak, was surprisingly capable.
After walking for so long, he hadn't complained of fatigue.
Even Feng Jinxu was somewhat impressed.
"Your Highness has great stamina."
"Cough, I'm just a man of leisure. I usually like to go to the outskirts of the city, so my physical foundation is quite good."
After speaking, he could even show his arm to Feng Jinxu.
His skin was not fair, which surprised Feng Jinxu.
"Heh heh, I actually found a master and have been practicing wrestling recently, so I've gotten quite tanned. But it's strange, my face just won't get tanned. It's truly bizarre."
Feng Jinxu did not respond. He was not good at talking, and the Sixth Prince was used to it.
So, for most of the journey, he did most of the talking, and Feng Jinxu listened.
That night, they hurried on their way and finally arrived at the post station in Qingzhou to rest.
The many supplies and items they brought were also kept in the post station, under constant surveillance by dedicated personnel, without any negligence.
As usual, Feng Jinxu went to bed early.
Unexpectedly, he fell into a deep sleep.
Suddenly, someone sneaked into his room. Looking at Feng Jinxu asleep on the bed, their eyes were complex.
After a moment of silence, they raised the knife in their hand and stabbed down mercilessly!
Not long after, the post station caught fire.
When the Sixth Prince was rescued, he had a large burn mark on his arm, making him grimace in pain.
Although he was unremarkable among the princes, he was still raised as a noble.
He had never even broken his skin since he was a child, but now he was burned like this.
Fortunately, they had a physician accompanying them, who immediately came forward to apply medicine and bandage him. After everything was done, a person suddenly rushed out, engulfed in flames, their face already disfigured by the burns.
They let out painful roars, unable to even speak clearly.
Everyone gathered around the Sixth Prince, afraid that the fire person would run over and bump into him.
Someone suddenly shouted.
"Lord Feng is still inside!"
The Sixth Prince was shocked. He thought he would be rescued, and so would Feng Jinxu. Who knew he would still be in the fire!
With such flames, there was probably no hope.
He rushed forward in a panic, but was stopped by the people around him.
"Your Highness! Your Highness! You cannot, you cannot!"
If he rushed in, all of them present would probably be implicated.
"But Ah Xu is still inside! He's still inside!"
Everyone could see that the Sixth Prince and Lord Feng had a good relationship along the way.
But at such a time, even if the person inside was a close relative or loved one, one could not go in!
Someone immediately stepped forward and said to the Sixth Prince.
"Your Highness, the fire is too intense now, and it has spread to the warehouse. Many of the supplies we brought have been burned. We must extinguish the fire first. As for Lord Feng... I hope heaven has eyes."
His words basically sentenced Feng Jinxu to death.
The breath the Sixth Prince was holding suddenly relaxed, and he fainted.
The physician quickly had him sent outside and found an inn to treat him diligently. The fire at the post station burned for an entire night.
When the Sixth Prince woke up again, bad news followed one after another.
More than half of the supplies they had brought from Dongdu City were burned. Especially the grain and money, which were placed in dry locations, burned ferociously when ignited, quickly spreading into a conflagration.
Then there was the fire person. After inspection, it was confirmed to be Fu Yi, the bodyguard who followed Feng Jinxu.
Although his face was disfigured, he could still be identified by the items and clothing on his body.
"What about Ah Xu!"
This was the Sixth Prince's most pressing question.
With such a fire burning for a night, the possibility of a person surviving was extremely slim, but he refused to admit it until he heard the news of death.