Behind the iron door is a small dark room with only a bed and a wooden table in it.
There was a person lying on the bed, and an oil lamp was burning on the wooden table. The dim light shone on the face of the person on the bed, making the face look particularly haggard and yellow, and even the clothes on his body, which were as red as blood, became bleak. Light.
Although the face was haggard, the facial features were surprisingly young and handsome, with thick eyebrows and long eyelashes, a high nose bridge, and thin and angular lips tightly pursed, pale and bloodless.
He closed his eyes, as if he was asleep. Not even the footsteps of Princess Zhaorong walking in made him open his eyes.
The young man in red lying on the bed is the Thousand-faced Prince who escaped from the palace.
Princess Zhaorong stood in front of the bed, looked at him quietly for a while, and finally spoke slowly.
"Young Master with a Thousand Faces..." she called softly.
The boy in red on the bed was motionless, almost like a dead man if his chest hadn't risen slightly, showing that he was still breathing.
Princess Zhaorong bit her lip. She was not sure whether the other party was really asleep or just didn't want to talk to her.
She waited for a while, and her patience finally ran out.
"I have something to tell you. I don't care whether you are sleeping or awake. I will count from one to three. If you don't wake up, I will throw you at the gate of Guanju Palace!" She said viciously: " One! Two!”
Before she could count "three", the boy in red suddenly opened his eyes and stared at her coldly, but said nothing.
Princess Zhaorong raised her nose proudly and snorted: "Young Master Qianmian, now is not the time for you to show off your power in front of this princess. If this princess hadn't saved you, you would have ended up there by now. In the hands of the vixen little bitch, she may have tortured you to the point where you no longer look like a human being or a ghost. Where can you find such a quiet place for you to rest in peace? "
Her current demeanor was arrogant. She was no longer the Princess Zhaorong who did not dare to raise her head or speak loudly in front of him.
Because the young man in red on the bed is no longer the bossy and mysterious killer of Zixiao Pavilion. He has lost his power and lies in bed all day like a fish out of water.
The young man in red said coldly: "Then I really want to thank the princess for your kindness. You saved me and imprisoned me in such a dark place. Aren't you afraid of the consequences?"
"Consequences? What consequences?" Princess Zhaorong blinked and asked innocently.
The young man in red gritted his teeth and said in a cold voice: "The princess can't be so forgetful, right? I am a member of Zixiao Pavilion, and those who offend us in Zixiao Pavilion will never end well!" His voice sounded. Although he was weak, his eyebrows were raised, and he was full of momentum. It seemed that the cold-faced and ruthless killer was back.
Princess Zhaorong felt a chill down her spine at the murderous look in his eyes, but then she laughed nonchalantly.
"Young Master Qianmian, what are you so mad about, what are you pulling! Do you think you are in your Zixiao Pavilion now? Don't use the name of Zixiao Pavilion to scare this princess! Do you think you are being locked up here by this princess? Can the news get out?" She laughed proudly and wildly.
Seeing the young man in red who was once arrogant in front of her become like this now, she felt indescribably happy in her heart, as if all the humiliation and anger she had received from Shen Ning had been vented.