Sky Scale Guard, Imperial Prison.
In the dark and cramped cell, Yan Linghu leaned against the corner, looking much better than before.
Ever since Qin Shu visited, the prison guards stopped torturing him. They provided good food and drink every day, and his injuries began to heal.
At first, he was anxious, fearing it was his last meal. But as days passed, there was no sign of execution, as if Chen Mo had truly forgotten him.
"Since mother visited that day, Chen Mo's attitude has drastically changed."
"From what I know about him, he never lets go without gaining something more significant... What could mother possibly offer him?"
Yan Linghu couldn't fathom it.
While he was pondering, sudden footsteps echoed outside the cell.
The key was inserted into the lock, and the cell door was pushed open. Chen Mo, donned in his dark-scaled official robe, stepped inside.
