The Princess Still Wants to Let Him Go?

The few people in the prison didn't escape getting a beating to extort a confession.

Several bandits couldn't hold on and were tortured to death.

No sunlight reached the dark and cold of the prison dungeon and it was cold.

The air was filled with an unpleasant humidity.

Ren Chao was tied to a wooden rack. His face was red and swollen, and blood was seeping out from under his nose and the corner of his lips.

His clothes were tattered, and his bruised knees were exposed where his pants were torn. He was on the verge of death.

At this moment, the sound of chains loosening came from the prison's door.

"Your Highness, he is inside. He is still breathing and isn't dead."

A delicate and cute voice sounded. "Alright, I'll go take a look. It's been hard on you, guard uncle."

"It's not hard, it's not hard."

Princess?