There was nothing special at all.
This was just the standard construction of a prison built by the Southern Office, where from inside the cell one could see nothing clearly, but the moment they stepped onto the corridor, they would see it was merely a small room without a door.
A simple table and chairs, perhaps for the guards to keep watch, perhaps for interrogation of prisoners, perhaps for writing case files... In short, a place for lingering within an area of two Zhang in radius.
There were no extra furnishings; at the other end of the room was the door leading outside, sealed with Heavy Iron, its patterns obscure. Xie Chuantang had arrived here a bit earlier than he had, her blood flowing onto the floor from her abdomen, yet she kept lifting the shackles and smashed them against the iron door with all her might.
