In the dimmed prison, it was hard to see the light of day unless one was dragged out to work.
Xia Yayun had found the culprit who had caused her trouble. How could she let her go so easily? In front of Young Lady Dong, she was almost like a lunatic. Whenever she found an opportunity, she would return every bit of humiliation she had suffered.
In the prison cell, screams of pain could be heard almost every day.
Sometimes, when they were in the heat of a fight, the two of them would wrestle, and they would grab each other.
On the Dong family's side, just as the prison guard had said, they had spent some money to dredge up the situation. When they behead her later in the autumn, they would put a cloth over her head. If she died in the prison, they would also have to trouble the prison guard to collect the corpse for them.
Whoever said this meant that they did not care when this person died.