Unable to return to Southern Chu, she longed to gaze day and night in the direction of her homeland.
Princess Donglin nodded slightly. "Very well."
...
Two days later, at night.
The dim and frigid Ministry of Justice prison was a place of shadows. Yan Yunting, clad in his official robes, wore exhaustion on his usually handsome face. With heavy steps, he carried a lantern as a guard led him to the deepest cell.
The guard said, "Lord Yan, you may only speak with the prisoner for the time it takes an incense stick to burn. Despite all the torture, she has confessed nothing. We need your assistance to make her talk sooner."
Yan Yunting thought of his family, teetering on the edge of ruin, and gave a slight nod. "I will do my best."
The guard unlocked the cell, the heavy door creaking open with a dull groan before he departed.
