The Princess's Path to the Throne 26

In former times, Liang Zhongyun could indeed be considered pampered and spoiled.

This place, staying in the dungeon arranged by the Ministry of Punishments, was an entirely new experience for him.

Within these walls, the air was thick with noxious fumes, and an unpleasant odor pervaded the surroundings.

The weather was sweltering, and the interior was both stuffy and damp. Bloodstains dotted the walls, and even in the broad daylight, plump rats scurried about with bold audacity.

"Father!"

Liang Zhongyun stood in a corner with a look of disdain, calling out to the Marquis Weiyuan in the adjacent cell.

The Marquis Weiyuan closed his eyes and then his gaze turned serious. "Zhongyun, is it true that the musket came from Xie Mingwang?"

Liang Zhongyun nervously moistened his dry lips and, under the sharp scrutiny of the Marquis Weiyuan, reluctantly nodded. "It really was him, but the Emperor..."

"The Emperor won't believe you."

The Marquis Weiyuan shook his head.