The head of the female prison brought Ning Ziyan in and bowed respectfully to Ning Xueyan before leaving.

Sensing that she had arrived at her destination, Ning Ziyan raised her head and revealed a pair of bloodshot eyes. She stared blankly at Ning Xueyan, who looked noble and calm in her chair. Ning Xueyan was, as always, wearing a plain dress with minimal accessories. There was only a small embroidery of a moon on her dress, carrying a touch of greenery.

The dress ...