Seeing these scenes, Shang Ruyi only felt her heart sink.
Fortunately, at this moment, the prison guard walked to a relatively spacious and clean cell and pointed inside, "Here it is, for you two."
This was a cell closest to the skylight, with abundant light, ground full of straw, and a rickety wooden bed in the corner. Next to the bed, a frail and lean figure sat somewhat hunched.
Shang Ruyi rushed forward immediately, "Uncle!"
The person slowly lifted his head. Although his hair was a bit disheveled, and his clothes stained with mud, his distinguished features and sharp eyes were as she remembered. Especially upon seeing Shang Ruyi, his previously sullen face brightened, and he immediately supported himself on the bed to stand up and walk over.
As he began to walk, he let out a low cry of pain, and Shang Ruyi saw that one of his legs seemed injured — he was limping!
