349. Tan Jizhi's Compromise
In an obscure corner of Prince Ding's Mansion, a disheveled man sat dazed on the floor of his cell in the gloomy, cold dungeon. Even though it was the end of scorching June, the underground cell felt somewhat chilly. Compared to other places, this cell, though still chilly, was unusually clean, with no horrific torture instruments. However, the stubble-faced man's eyes were vacant, as if his spirit had wandered off.
