She smiled slightly and said, "Lord, since when was breakfast served in this jail? And why is it that only I get to eat while the other prisoners do not?"
Seeing that the bowl contained rare meat, those around her were immediately displeased by what Ruan Mian said.
"Indeed! Why can he eat, and why can't we?!"
"The floods are coming, we're on the brink of disaster, and even then, the meal distribution is still unequal?!"
A few words quickly stirred a sense of comparison among the prisoners around her.
The prison guards, unable to argue, simply raised their whips and resorted to violence, causing chaos on the scene!
The prisoners lashed out in anger, clashing with the government officers; she took advantage of the chaos to try and leave, but as she lifted her foot, a sedan chair suddenly stopped at the entrance of the jail corridor.
A middle-aged man in a dark robe got off it, blocking her way with a cold expression, holding a smoking pipe.
