Mr. Zhang Er had spent half a day and a night in the Water Prison, starving and dizzy, and couldn't help but bitterly smile to himself as he thought about how he had become accustomed to living in luxury over the years and couldn't even handle this small amount of suffering.
If he were to be locked up for three days, he would rather immediately slit his throat and die.
He didn't know whether Yan Qing would spare his life. He didn't know much about Yan Qing and didn't have many thoughts about it, only hoping that if Yan Qing decided not to spare him, it would be best to kill him quickly. Considering he had spilled so many secrets, Ling Hua probably wouldn't torture him and make his life worse than death before killing him, and he quite believed this.
Because of Ling Hua's temperament, if she wasn't dealing with someone from the Eastern Palace, she would usually grant a quick end.
