Trick Jia Xu

At the depths of the prison,

Dark and damp all day long, giving a profoundly oppressive feeling.

Here, each cell is isolated individually to prevent prisoners from communicating privately.

In one cell,

Hay stacks piled on the ground, where a middle-aged scholar with a lean figure sits.

Clad in a dark purple robe, after days of confinement, his clothes are covered in dust, appearing particularly worn-out and desolate.

The middle-aged scholar closes his eyes, sitting as calmly as an old monk in meditation, seemingly unperturbed and calm despite being imprisoned.

Or perhaps he knows... Long Chen wouldn't actually kill him...

Tick, tick, tick...

Footsteps approach from a distance, and the middle-aged scholar slowly opens his eyes.

They are triangular, exuding a sinister and ruthless aura...

"General, this is where Jia Xu is imprisoned," a sturdy prison guard points to the cell where the middle-aged scholar resides.

Long Chen's calm eyes follow his gaze.