1792 Conspire To Murder 6 (1/2)

Yue Yi sprinted as fast as he could the entire way, till he reached outside the dungeon. Before he went into the dungeon, he forced a mask of calm upon his face and hid the wooden box properly away, before he went walking inside.

”Junior Yue Yi, what brings you here?” The jailor quickly hurried forward to greet, when he saw Yue Yi.

Who in the Shadow Moon Palace didn't know that Yue Yi was Elder Yue's adopted grandson?

Elder Yue had no children of his own, and only had two grandchildren Yue Yi and Yue Ye. Seeking to win the favour of Elder Yue, many people in the palace would treat Yue Yi highly politely.

Yue Yi nodded his head coldly.

”Grandfather asked me to come take a look. If there is nothing, do not let anyone come disturb me.” Yue Yi said.

”Yes, yes. Junior Yue Yi, you just take your time. I will now go to the entrance and keep a lookout for you. If any of Elder Ying's people come, I will help you hold them off.” The jailor thought Yue Yi had come under Elder Yue's orders, to see how miserable Jun Wu Xie was, as he quickly complied.

Yue Yi grunted in approval, and then walked himself towards the cell Jun Wu Xie was in.

In the dark and dank dungeon, a moldy smell hung in the air. This place was rather unfamiliar to Yue Yi as with Elder Yue around, he had almost never come to the dungeon before.

The path within the dungeon was clearly very short, but Yue Yi seemed to feel every single he took was pure torture. He was afraid. Afraid that he would be met with a scene that would make him crumble.

”Why have you come?” A slightly cold voice suddenly rang out within the quiet dungeon.

Yue Yi drew in a deep breath, and turned his head around to seek out the voice.

In a scorched and blackened jail cell, Yue Yi saw the shape of a familiar figure.

Jun Wu Xie wa seated upon the dry straw, safe and sound, as she stared calmly at Yue Yi.

”You're alright?” Yue Yi was slightly taken aback, as he stared at the perfectly fine Jun Wu, his eyes showing a tint of surprise.