Chapter 1

A sharp and intense pain shot through her neck.

Yan Shuixin woke up from the darkness due to the pain, instinctively touching her neck, and immediately winced in pain with a "hiss."

As she inhaled, the foul and pungent smell in the air almost made her vomit.

From a lying position, she struggled several times before managing to sit up.

Looking around, she observed her surroundings in the extremely dim light.

This was a room with three walls, and the fourth wall was made of thick iron bars spaced less than twenty centimeters apart, reaching up to the ceiling.

Outside the iron bars was a long, dark corridor, eerie and somewhat reminiscent of a ghost film.

A pitifully small ventilation window was situated near the ceiling on one of the walls, with the faint light coming in through it.

Yan Shuixin's heart shrank in shock.

This... this wasn't a room at all; it was a prison cell!

The scene before her seemed familiar, as if she had seen it somewhere before.

She remembered! it was from a book she had read, which was titled «From Prison to Court».

The book is about the Fengxiang Dynasty. In order to raise funds for the rebellion, Xiao Shen, King Jin, colluded with several high-ranking officials and underworld forces to secretly set up a deadly prison in a remote and dangerous location.

Those in prison are either felons who are about to be beheaded, or men and women from good families who have been captured privately.

Every day, a few people would die in the prison, making it extremely dangerous.

Among them, Xia Chuxue, the daughter of a marquis, was drugged and thrown into this prison.

As the beloved protagonist, Xia Chuxue, who was universally adored, ended up sleeping with various male prisoners in the jail, and later continued her romantic escapades with royal and noble men in the court...

Despite the author's poor writing style, the novel's plot was novel and thrilling, with the protagonist frequently engaging in steamy encounters, which was quite entertaining.

The book was unfinished, and Yan Shuixin followed it daily whenever there was an update.

Yesterday, Yan Shuixin noticed that the inactive author had finally updated the story. Unable to contain herself, she opened the latest chapter while cursing the author: "The author is a jerk!"

Before she finished venting, she accidentally tripped and fell, crashing directly into the upright phone on her desk.

Strangely, she didn't hit the phone; instead, it was like the phone was transparent air, and she passed right through it.

Then she fainted.

When she woke up, she found herself in a cell.

The shock of the situation made her head spin. Before she could process everything, a piercing gaze drew her attention.

Yan Shuixin looked toward the source of the gaze and found another person lying in a dark corner of the cell.

The person was wearing ancient-style prison clothes. Judging by his height, he was at least 1.9 meters tall.

His hair was disheveled, and his originally white prison clothes were so dirty they had turned black, hanging loosely on his emaciated frame.

He had a well-defined, handsome... right face.

Yes, only his right face was handsome; his left face was covered with numerous scars extending from his left forehead down to his left jaw.

The scars were dense, completely disfiguring the left side of his face.

His left eyeball was unusually white and obviously different from a normal eye. Upon closer inspection, she realized his left eye was a fake prosthetic eye, while his right eye was normal.

Yan Shuixin suddenly remembered the features of the secondary male character, Xiao Yeheng, from the book...

Her gaze shifted to his lower body.

She saw that his right leg was long, but his left leg was missing a section, with the empty trouser leg twisted and pinned at the left knee.

Disfigured, with a prosthetic eye, and missing part of his left leg...

The man before her was unmistakably the disabled secondary male character, Xiao Yeheng, from the book!

Yan Shuixin was shocked, realizing she had somehow entered the world of the book.

Despite her inner shock, she didn't show any emotion on her face.

Because Xiao Yeheng was glaring at her coldly, his one remaining eye filled with a chilling, icy coldness, making the temperature in the cell seem to drop several degrees.

If she showed any sign of surprise, she might be killed by him.

Sure enough, in the next moment, a cold threat escaped his lips, "Keep staring, and I'll gouge out your eyes!"

Yan Shuixin also understood that staring at him was very impolite, so she looked away embarrassingly.

But, it was impossible to ignore the yellow filth stuck to his pants under his ass. King An had urinated on his pants. It's too dangerous to say: 'Your Highness, did you soil your pants? It must be quite sticky, right?'

Her empty stomach suddenly growled loudly. She touched her flat belly, wondering how long it had been since this body had eaten.

Yan Shuixin remembered that the book mentioned there was a bowl of rice and a bowl of water in the cell.

She looked around and noticed two red candles stuck on the ground inside the iron bars.

From analyzing the situation, she quickly understood which part of the book she had transmigrated into.

Right now, King An, Xiao Yeheng has been imprisoned in the deadly prison for more than a month.

King An's leg was chopped off for some reason, and the reason was not written in the book.

Last night, Dr. Huang, the prison's designated physician, was killed. Even if he wasn't killed, he wouldn't have treated Xiao Yeheng's leg anyway.

The prison guards, often gambling out of boredom, came up with a new form of entertainment.

They forced Yan Shuixin, the daughter of Yan Qing, the Minister of Rites, to marry King An in the cell.

Speaking of Yan Qing's daughter, she had the misfortune of getting separated from her servants while shopping. Someone drugged her with a cloth from behind, and she fainted. When she woke up, she was already in this prison.

According to the book, Yan Shuixin was forced by the guards to marry the prince. The crippled prince wasn't in much better shape; he had to be held up and his head forced down to complete the marriage ceremony.

In front of the two red candles, there was a bowl of water and a bowl of rice, which were considered the guards' benevolent wedding gifts.

The guards were waiting to watch the newlyweds consummate their marriage.

King An was severely injured and had no strength for such an act, while Yan Shuixin kept crying incessantly.

One of the guards ordered Yan Shuixin to take the initiative with the prince, but when she refused, they pushed her down and stepped on her neck, killing her instantly.

Then, she was replaced by the modern Yan Shuixin.

　　Growl...

Yan Shuixin's stomach growled in protest.

She really wanted to devour the bowl of rice and water in front of the red candles like a starving tiger.

But she remembered the book said Prince An hadn't had a drop of water or a grain of rice for three days.

She didn't feel right about eating everything herself.

However...

She remembered that six months later, the book described the emperor sending troops to rescue King An, and the remaining prisoners were left to his discretion.

King An, with a blank expression, waved his hand and said, "Dig a big pit and bury them all."

Princess An, Yan Shuixin, died miserably in the pit.

Wasn't the book's Yan Shuixin supposed to be unconscious? What went wrong? Surely, the original owner must have died, which is why she transmigrated here.

Yan Shuixin snapped back to reality, shivering all over.

She didn't want to be buried alive in six months.

Recalling the book's plot development, Yan Shuixin remembered that after the forced wedding, she had to stay in the cell with King An for a few days.

Unable to bear Prince An's presence, she willingly degraded by seducing the guards, giving King An a massive cuckold, and managed to be transferred to another cell.

Right now, not only can she not be transferred, but in order to survive, she has to treat King An better.

If she took good care of him, maybe he would spare her in the future?

With that thought, Yan Shuixin walked to the iron bars, picked up the bowl of rice, and approached Xiao Yeheng, gently saying, "Your Highness, please have some rice."

Xiao Yeheng curled his lips in sarcasm. Was she mocking him?

In this hellish prison, everyone treated him like a cripple. Who cared if he was a prince?

With no spoon or chopsticks, Yan Shuixin had to use her hand to grab a handful of rice and hold it to his mouth, "Please eat some?"

He slapped her hand away, and with a voice as cold as ice, spat out one word: "Leave."

Yan Shuixin paused before replying, "Concubine can't leave."

Isn't this how an ancient prince's concubine would address herself in front of her husband?

The rice in her hand was too sticky and had a foul smell.She brought it to her nose to sniff. "The rice is spoiled, it can't be eaten."

Yellowish pus was oozing from the stump of his left leg, soaking the once-dry pant leg.

"You're seriously injured. If you eat spoiled rice and get diarrhea, it will only make things worse." Yan Shuixin placed the bowl of rice back in the corner.

She reached for another bowl of water in front of the red candle. "Have some water, it will help..."

Before she could finish, she noticed the water's color was off. It was a pale yellow and had a foul odor.

Yan Shuixin exclaimed in surprise, "This isn't water, this is urine!"

Damn it, those dog-like jailers gave them a wedding gift of spoiled rice and a bowl of urine.

This was outrageous, she'd deal with them sooner or later!

Yan Shuixin was furious, while King Xiao Yehe lay on the ground, expressionless.

It seemed he was used to such treatment.

She walked back to his side and softly promised, "Don't worry, I'll find a way to get you something to eat and drink."

Xiao Yehe glanced at her coldly with his one good eye. "What are your motives for currying favor with me?"

"We're husband and wife." Yan Shuixin pointed to the two extinguished red candles by the iron bars. "Even though the place we got married was unusual, we did bow to Heaven and Earth. Taking care of you is only right."

A hint of ridicule flashed in Xiao Yehe's eyes, clearly mocking her for taking this charade seriously.

Yan Shuixin didn't care what he thought.

She only hoped this prince would be kind to her in the future.

The cell was disgusting, with Xiao Yehe soiling himself and the corners littered with feces.

It was no wonder the air was so foul.

If the cell wasn't cleaned, it could suffocate a person.

She needed to find a way to get water to clean the place...

But the priority was to check on King An's injury.

Yan Shuixin raised her hand, intending to lift his pant leg.

A flash of vigilance appeared in Xiao Yehe's eyes.

Yan Shuixin gently explained, "I want to look at your injury..."

In the modern world, she was a Chinese medicine doctor with plenty of experience in treating wounds.

"Leave!" His single word clearly expressed his intent.

Yan Shuixin is actually a very indifferent person, and she doesn't usually offer sympathy freely.

Under normal circumstances, she wouldn't bother forcing him.

But the thought of being buried alive in six months...

Her strong will to survive made her endure his hostility.

Seeing his left pant leg soaked in pus, she was sure that if his leg wound wasn't treated, he wouldn't last three days.

The original novel mentioned that Xiao Yeheng had cut off his pus-filled left leg to survive.

He was a ruthless man.

This was likely to happen in two days.