"Let me listen."
Meng Qianqian squeezed in front of Lu Yuan and pressed her ear against the heavy, cold iron door.
Lu Yuan looked at the woman wriggling around in his arms, took a deep breath, and used his broad body to shield her, ensuring her ungraceful display wouldn't be seen by Chief of Staff Xing and Steward Hu.
Steward Hu thought to himself, "I wouldn't dare look anyway."
When the Grand Commander turned his head, those dagger-like eyes were sharper than a treasure sword drawn from its scabbard!
Meng Qianqian wished her ears could grow attached to the wall. "Uncle Xing, why can't I hear anything?"
Chief of Staff Xing explained, "This isn't an ordinary prison cell. There are three stone doors, and even the top martial experts can't hear what's happening inside."
Despairing, Meng Qianqian clung to the door. "So the Ministry of Justice actually has such a tightly secured place."
Steward Hu muttered, "Mainly because no one expected you'd eavesdrop here."