The snow in Qingzhou had been falling for three days. Jiang Li was in a strange room, and wherever she went, there was someone following her, even to the restroom, where a maid skilled in martial arts watched her.
She couldn't escape, it was just a modest courtyard, but it was heavily guarded by layers of soldiers. She had become the most important bargaining chip, and there could be no slip-ups. Since her last meeting with Yin Zhiqing, Jiang Li hadn't seen her again. Counting the days, Jiang Li had no idea what the situation outside was like, nor whether the Ye Family and Situ Jiuyue's people were still safe, and even less of where Jih Heng was or whether she had encountered any trouble. She could only sit hopelessly; these days, she even abandoned her usual calm and composed demeanor, resorting to a hunger strike, arguments, or threats, but to no avail. Apart from these silent guards, she couldn't see anyone else.
This night was no different.
