"Mister Mingyi?"
Early the next morning, Yun Shang went straight to the dark prison.
Smilingly, she greeted the man who called himself Mister Ming Hong.
Hearing this, Mingyi's fingers trembled slightly, but his face still looked blank, "What is your majesty talking about?"
"It doesn't matter if you want to pretend. No matter how well you pretend, you can't become Mister Ming Hong," Yun Shang strolled casually in the dark prison and said, "I've heard that Mister Mingyi is very famous in the Cui Zhu house. You have always been unscrupulous when you receive guests, but you are still generous. You can buy anything you want with countless silv
ed midwife in the palace and send her there. This will be Qian Yin's first child, and I'm afraid it's not easy for her to give birth. I feel it's better to get an experienced midwife for her. One seems not enough. Just take two out.
If there is any good news from Qian Yin, send it to the palace as soon as possible. It will also make me happy."
Qian Zhuo bowed and left.
After Qian Zhuo lfte, Yun Shang picked up the pen and took a piece of paper. She quickly drew a map on the paper.
Before the ink on the map dried up, the secret guard hurriedly reported, "Your majesty, something happened in the dark prison. That Mister Mingyi is dead."