Li Er followed Yue Niang to her fragrant pavilion, and Su Qingran and Bailihe were thrown to the dungeon by the maid.

Su Qingran was so broken that her bones were almost disbanded. She hummed and got up from the ground with difficulty.

He glared at Bailihe next to him in anger. If he knew that such an experience was happening, he would not be able to come even if he was beaten to death!

The original pink silk skirt was ravaged throughout the journey, but now there is almost no color to be seen.

And Murong Che's cute and charming bun for her has basically become a chicken coop.

Bailihe smiled a little hard, and whispered: "What you said just now is three times the time."

"Hmph." Su Qingran turned her back and ignored her.

She was smelly all over, and she felt uncomfortable...

"Five times." Bailihe gritted his teeth and directly paid for his salary for the whole year.

"Okay." Su Qingran turned around reluctantly.

The cell was very large and many women were imprisoned inside. They were all hiding in the corner because of fear.

The light was too dark, and Su Qingran didn't notice their existence at the beginning.

Regarding their arrival, these women looked mute and had no expressions changed. They were obviously used to being constantly coming in.

"Bang!" At this time, a whip suddenly came from a distance, sharp and fierce, making people feel uncomfortable when they poked their eardrums.

Every time the woman in the cell trembled, helplessness and fear appeared in her eyes.

Su Qingran looked at them and frowned slightly. The women locked up here must be the good family that Li Er usually kidnapped.

Then, Yue'er, the daughter of the old couple, is likely to be one of them.

Su Qingran approached them and gradually saw clearly under the dim oil lamp that most of these women were ragged, weak, covered in bruises, and a few were even dying.

It's obvious that I'm often whipped.

No wonder they are so scared when they hear the sound of whips.

When Su Qingran was about to ask if there was a woman named Yue'er one by one, footsteps came from outside the cell.

Turning his eyes, he saw two tall women dragging a whipped dying woman towards him.

With a click, the prison door was opened, and the two women threw the dragged woman in like throwing a piece of rag.

Su Qingran subconsciously caught the person and called Bailihe to help him.

Except for the two of them, no one came to care about the women in the prison, because they were all in danger, fearing that the next person to be called would be them.

"Girl, are you okay?" Su Qingran helped the woman and sat down slowly.

"Save, save me..." The woman had red blood on the corner of her mouth, and blood was everywhere on her body. She held Su Qingran's hand tightly and refused to let go.

"Baili, do you have any medicine there?"

Bailihe glanced at the skirt on his body and shook his head.

How could he bring medicine for injury when he is wearing this outfit today?

Su Qingran felt that the hand holding her suddenly loosened, and the woman beside her fell down.

I hurriedly went to take my nose and breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, I was not dead.

"Yue'er, how are you doing, Yue'er?" At this moment, a crying voice came from the crowd.

Su Qingran suddenly felt clever and hurried over, "Yue'er? But Yue'er, who lives in the east of the city, is thirteen years old this year?"

"Girl, how do you... know?" A weak voice came, immediately grabbing Su Qingran's gaze.

Found it!
Chapter completed!