"Young Master means..."

"Let's go and see first... see what Xi Yunfei is going to say to me before making a decision!!"

"Yes! Subordinates will arrange this!"

The guard stepped back silently, but Wang Ke's brows wrinkled even more.

"Xi Yunfei...what is he going to say?!"

Xi Yunfei and his father are about the same age. Although they have always been enemies, they are also rivals of mutual sympathy.

Wang Ke still remembered that when his father passed away, Xi Yunfei still came to express his condolences as a close friend.

It's just that at that time, he was still young, and he only knew a rough idea about the things between them!

It was the first time Wang Ke came to the place where Xi Yunfei was being held.

As soon as he entered the cell, his brows suddenly frowned

"Why is it so smelly?!"

Ordinary cells, even if they were pickled again, would not be as stinky as they are now.

"How long hasn't been cleaned here!?"

Under the jumping firelight, the smell seemed to be fermented even more, pungent and spicy.

"Palace Master...This is the dead room..."

The jailer who led the way looked back cautiously in response, glanced at Wang Ke's expression somewhat intriguingly, and stopped talking.

The guards who followed Wang Ke caught his expression and were immediately displeased: "What's the matter with you? Let's talk if you have something to say!! I'm stubborn... Do you want our palace lord to ask you personally?!"

"The little one dare... just..."

The jailer was sweating profusely in an instant, while looking at Wang Ke's face, he squatted back.

"It's just small... I don't know what to say and what not to say..."

Wang Ke kept walking, still moving forward: "Just say...what do you say!! Could the Lord of the Palace kill you for an unpleasant sentence?!"

He turned his eyes slightly, his expression cold.

"The Lord of the Palace is such a tyrant in your eyes?!"

"No...Small doesn't mean that!!"

The jailer wiped his sweat and his voice trembled.

"The little one wants to say... everything in this dead room... is what the palace owner meant..."

Wang Ke's footsteps abruptly stopped, and the guards behind him were full of displeasure.

"What do you mean? Could it be that our palace lord asked you to do the mess here?!"

"It's not... that's not what it means to be small..."

The jailer was so frightened that he knelt down quickly, and his voice was trembling, kowtowing.

"The small meaning is that this dead room...it was not like this before, and...we also rarely hold any heinous death row in Wusawa Palace!! The person inside...is the first in many years... "

The guard looked at Wang Ke's expression, figured out his thoughts, and yelled: "Speaking of the point, don't talk about useless nonsense! Our palace lord has no time to listen to your nonsense here..."

"Yes... The little one wants to say that everything in this dead room is meant by the old palace lord..."

"what?!"

There is no need to ask Wang Ke, the guard has lost his voice in surprise.

"You bullshit!! What's your dead room? Our old palace master is so busy and has everything to do, so how can we still have time to take care of your dead room? You must be lazy, not a jailer. Duty, being lazy and not cleaning, is the result of such a stench...Today, I dare to act boldly and push the matter to the old palace lord without knowing it... You are tired of life..."

"Palace Master Mingjian, the youngest is just a jailer, no matter how courageous, I dare not slander the old palace lord..."