"Fine, I didn't do anything anyway, I just passed the message." The jailer replied.
Then Ye Zi'an and Yang Chuxia followed the jailer into the cell. The cell in the county government office was not small, but very simple, dark and damp, with an oil lamp lit in front of each cell for lighting.
Men and women were not kept together, so the jailer first took them to the place where male prisoners were held.
It was a series of connected cells, and some people inside seemed to have been locked up for too long, or perhaps no one had ever visited them or anything.
When they saw visitors, especially a girl and a young man, many prisoners suddenly rushed to the door, shouting loudly, occasionally reaching their hands out.
The jailer turned a blind eye to this. Seeing this, Ye Zi'an pulled Yang Chuxia behind him and followed the jailer's side, casting a cold glance at the others whenever a hand reached out.
Yang Chuxia looked at the tall, thin young man in front of her and chuckled.