The Herbal Scents of Farm Life
Chapter 2219: Still in a Good Mood

Chapter 2219: Chapter 2219: Still in a Good Mood

In the great prison of Ziyan Kingdom, he still had the ability to enter, and to meet Yin Lvqing was also something he wanted to do.

Since arriving in Ziyan Kingdom, although living in Prince Niu’s Mansion, in reality, they had not really bothered Yin Lvqing.

Now, Yin Lvqing was made by his own father, Emperor Ziyan, to enter the great prison.

If they do nothing at this time, they would not be able to live with themselves; after all, he too wanted to meet with Yin Lvqing.

...

Within the dungeon.

Although Yin Lvqing was locked up, as Sui Zimo and the others had expected, he did not suffer much.

"Your Highness, have you finished eating? I will take these away now."

A jailer looked at the remnants of the meal in front of Yin Lvqing and asked, bowing.

In his mind, he muttered to himself, not understanding why Emperor Ziyan would lock up a prince in the dungeon. They were just here to trouble them, right?

They couldn’t hit or scold him, even the prisoners they used to beat up and scold whenever they wanted, they could no longer do so, fearing that it would displease the Eighth Prince.

And they had to serve him with lavish dishes; it truly was a sin!

"Leave."

Yin Lvqing, facing the wall, waved his hand dismissively at the jailer.

"Yes, okay."

The jailer complied, and began clearing the table, making several trips back and forth.

"Eighth Prince..."

"Once you’re done, leave, and disturb me no longer!"

The jailer’s repeated trips had already made Yin Lvqing uncomfortable. The matters he wanted to ponder remained unresolved; how could he be happy?

Moreover, being in the dungeon, he had cursed Emperor Ziyan countlessly in his heart.

"Get out!"

Hearing no footsteps departing, he roared at the person behind him.

"Heh!"

Suddenly, a soft chuckle sounded from behind.

"Eighth Prince seems to be in a good mood; it appears you have grown quite accustomed to the dungeon."

Upon hearing the unfamiliar voice, Yin Lvqing’s eyes widened, and he abruptly turned around to face the person behind him.

"You... you all..."

"We’ve heard that the Eighth Prince has taken up residence in the dungeon with great enthusiasm, so we came to see for ourselves. It seems the dungeon offers quite a fine environment, far better than the Eighth Prince’s Mansion, indeed."

Lin Caisang’s beautiful eyes scanned the jail cell before focusing on the shocked Yin Lvqing.

"You are... Sui Zimo, Lin Caisang?!"

Thinking of the identities of the two people in front of him, Yin Lvqing almost bit his tongue off.

These two people, they dared to appear so openly before him; weren’t they afraid he would capture them?

"Yes, it’s us."

Lin Caisang nodded, not denying their identities at all.

"You dare to appear before me, aren’t you afraid that I will capture you alive?" Yin Lvqing stared at them, nearly laughing at their audacity.

"Capture alive?"

Lin Caisang blinked her eyes repeatedly, then turned her head to look at her husband.

"Husband, when he says ’capture alive,’ is he referring to us?"

Raising her hand, she pointed to the tip of her nose and asked.

"He probably is."

Sui Zimo nodded slightly, casting a sidelong glance at the fuming Yin Lvqing.

With a gesture, a surge of mystical power lashed out towards Yin Lvqing’s chest.

In the next moment, Yin Lvqing was sent flying, hitting the wall, and then rebounding back, landing face down on the ground.

"Ugh, blargh!"

A mouthful of fresh blood was spat out onto the floor.