In the dark and damp secret room, the Palace Lord meditated on the ground with an indifferent expression.
She and Ji Minglou had been trapped here for a long time. She did not know how long, but it should have been dawn outside.
Ji Minglou searched the wall carefully again, but he still could not open the mechanism of the secret room.
He punched the thick stone wall.
The Palace Lord said calmly, "I advise you to save your strength."
Ji Minglou sat back on the ground with his badly mangled fist. "Why…"
The Palace Lord snorted. "She's your mother. You're asking me why?"
The night before, she came to look for Ji Minglou to tell him about Xiahou Yi's wild ambition. She hoped that he would fight the enemy with her, but she did not expect to encounter his biological mother drugging him.
She slapped the medicine he had just drunk away.
