Fang Liuming and Fang Fu paced outside anxiously, but they were helpless, unable to even locate Feng Wei's people.
Pei Qin and Mo Heng had both been thrown into the death cell. Feng Wei was even more anxious than they were, secretly investigating and gathering evidence. He only hoped to quickly follow the lead from Shen Songming and find substantial evidence. Even if he couldn't find the real murderer, he wanted to exonerate the young master and young mistress first.
Inside the cell, there was no natural light, and time could only be gauged by the leftovers brought to them—whether a day had passed or not.
"There are still strips of meat in the rice, the food here is really not bad!" Pei Qin hoisted the bowl cheerfully.
Mo Heng had no appetite for food here, not because he was picky, but because the rice had been laced with a muscle relaxant poison. If he ate any more, he wouldn't be able to use his martial arts at all.
