Qu Tianchen, esteemed as the Crown Prince, had never visited such a dark, cramped, damp, and filthy place, involuntarily furrowing his brow.
His subordinate stepped forward, opened his mouth as if to persuade him to stay outside but was glared at by him and hastily retreated back.
Qu Tianchen's thought was simple: if his delicate cousin-in-law could endure such an environment, why couldn't he, a man of stature and strength?
Qian Yuan led the way with practiced ease, guiding them to Yin Qing's room.
Slaves all lived eight to a room, and Qian Yuan, afraid that Ye Qingci would see something he shouldn't, bowed and gestured for Jian Shichu to wait outside with Ye Qingci.
He opened the door just wide enough to squeeze through.
Normally, at this time, the slaves would have already gone out to work, but today, with movement forbidden and orders of dispatch pending, the slaves were confined here, not allowed to leave on their own accord.
