Extra Story: King Yan 1

The prison cells in the world are all the same.

They are dark, dirty, never see light all year round, and full of odor.

The conditions of the prison cells in the Imperial Clan House are slightly better, much cleaner than the prison of the Ministry of Justice. The prisoners are all royal relatives, and the jailers guarding the cells dare not neglect them. When delivering food, they have to be gentle and polite.

Who knows when the people imprisoned here will be released? Once out of the prison, they are honorable royal relatives. To deal with these little people, it is like crushing an ant, which does not take any effort at all.

The Prince of Yan was imprisoned in the largest and most spacious cell.

There are beds, chairs, books, paper, pens and ink inside. You can read books, paint and write to pass the time every day. If you are really bored, you can just lie on the bed and fall asleep.

The daily meals are not good, but not bad. Four dishes and one soup, the taste is acceptable.

It’s a pity that since the death of Prince An, the food delivered has suddenly reduced by half. At most, you can only eat half full.

The originally handsome face of the Prince of Yan quickly became thinner, and his eyes became more sinister.

The jailer who delivered the food came again.

"Your Highness, please eat." The jailer in his forties smiled tremblingly.

Half a bowl of rice and two small dishes of vegetarian dishes.

Really two small dishes. This amount is not enough for even a child. For several months, every meal was like this.

What a great grandson!

He had someone poison Prince An to death, and the grandson wanted to let him taste the taste of hunger.

The King of Yan took a glance and sneered: "Take it away! I won't eat it! I'd rather starve to death!"

The jailer couldn't help but wipe the sweat on his forehead with his sleeve, and continued to smile: "Your Highness, please don't embarrass me. This is the order of His Highness the Grandson himself, and no one dares to disobey. Although the food is small, Your Highness can barely fill his stomach with it, which is better than starving."

Before he finished speaking, the King of Yan had a gloomy face, threw the bowl, and shouted angrily: "Get out!"

Such a situation has been common in the past few months.

The jailer picked up the things on the ground with a bitter face and obediently "got out". After a while, the same amount of food was brought again: "Your Highness, you should eat a little! If you really get hungry, I really can't bear it!"

The King of Hell fought, but they were the ones who suffered. Hey!

The King of Yan lost his temper and was really hungry. With a gloomy face and a cold snort, he finally agreed to sit down and eat.

The jailer was secretly relieved.

Before the King of Yan finished his meal, someone came to the cell.

The jailer knelt down and kowtowed: "I greet His Royal Highness the Crown Prince."

The Crown Prince hummed casually, looked at the King of Yan, and said with a curl of his lips: "The Sixth Uncle seems to be in poor spirits recently."

"Don't be so hypocritical!" The King of Yan sneered: "I can't eat enough three meals a day, so how can I have the spirit? Now that I am a prisoner, I can only let you humiliate me. You might as well let someone put some poison in the food and directly remove this thorn in my eye, wouldn't it be a relief?"

The Crown Prince, who had firmly gained the upper hand, was quite graceful and did not argue with the King of Yan. He said calmly, "I came to see the Sixth Uncle with good intentions. Why does the Sixth Uncle talk like this? If someone hears it, they will think that my nephew is hiding evil intentions to harm you."

"How to deal with you is the business of the Royal Grandfather. How can I interfere!"

The King of Yan raised his eyebrows, with a cold and mocking face: "What? Hasn't that old man been pissed off to death by me?"

The Crown Prince said calmly, "The Royal Grandfather loves the Sixth Uncle the most. If he knew that the Sixth Uncle was being so slow behind his back, I don't know how sad he would be."

Hypocritical!

Pretending!

The King of Yan continued to sneer, "Don't beat around the bush. You didn't come here today just to see me because you were bored! Say what you want to say."

The Crown Prince looked at the King of Yan with a trace of regret in his eyes: "I do have some important news. I hope the Sixth Uncle won't be too excited after hearing it."

The King of Yan's heart suddenly sank, and he suddenly had a bad premonition.

Sure enough, the Crown Prince sighed, "You committed the serious crime of treason and were imprisoned in the clan prison. Everyone in the palace knows it. Concubine Xu is weak and has been resting. I have asked people to keep this news from her. I never thought that someone would talk too much in front of her a few days ago..."

The King of Yan suddenly changed color and stood up suddenly: "How is the mother now?"

The Crown Prince continued to sigh: "Concubine Xu was in pain and couldn't let it go. She refused to eat and took her last breath last night."

The King of Yan was shocked, his face was miserable, and tears appeared in his eyes.

The mother is dead!

His mother is dead.

There is one less person who cares about him in this world...

The Crown Prince paid close attention to the changes in Prince Yan's expression, and continued with regret: "Aunt Changping is in Ciyu Nunnery, and the news is not easy to get. I don't know who told her about you, and she wanted to go down the mountain to the palace to plead for you. The nuns in Ciyu Nunnery didn't dare to let her go. She actually ran out of Ciyu Nunnery in the middle of the night."

"It was dark and the mountain road was steep. Aunt Changping couldn't see the road clearly and accidentally fell into the valley. It was not until the next day that she was found and rescued to the nunnery."

"Although her life was saved, it was a pity that she suffered a lot of injuries. There was a deep mark on her forehead and chin from the stone. She is not in danger of death, but her appearance will be difficult to recover."

The Prince of Yan's face turned pale again.

For Changping, who loves beauty, the destruction of her appearance is probably more painful than taking her life.

He once promised to save them both from their predicament. To this end, he carefully planned and risked his life. However, he failed at the last moment and was eventually cheated by the capricious Prince An.

He was the one who implicated his mother and elder sister.

If it weren't for him, they would have survived even if it was difficult.

But now, one is dead and the other has been disfigured...

The King of Yan closed his eyes and forced back the tears that had reached the corners of his eyes. His heart was full of desolation and grief.

How unfair God is to him!

"Are you thinking that God is very unfair to you?" The voice of the Crown Prince sounded in the ears of the King of Yan, cold and indifferent: "When you decided to kill my father that day, did you ever think that there would be such a day?"

"You!"

The blood of the King of Yan surged, and he suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes full of anger.

The Crown Prince looked at him coldly, refusing to give in: "Your mother and sister's lives are so important in your eyes. Don't I care about my father? I once swore that as long as I find the person who secretly murdered my father, I will never forgive him."

"You reap what you sow! All this is your own fault!"

"You killed them!"

The King of Yan looked pale and dejected, and tears finally came out.