C13 A Riot in the Police Station 1

"How did the princess come to be in this place?" the psychiatrist inquired with patience.

"It's all your fault, you savages!" Zhao Sitong retorted with irritation.

The room fell silent at her words.

"What if I escort you out now?" the psychiatrist offered, standing up with a warm smile.

Upon hearing this, Wenn Tao and the two officers instinctively stepped forward.

"There's no need!" Zhao Sitong was thrilled to see Wenn Tao and the others had cleared the doorway.

No sooner had she spoken than a figure soared into the air. Zhao Sitong vaulted over the table, lightly tapping her toes and gliding over the heads of those gathered.

The room was momentarily frozen in shock as Zhao Sitong made her swift escape.

"Catch her!" Wenn Tao was the first to snap out of it, giving chase. He was astonished by her agility; it was as if she had stepped out of a Wuxia novel with her Lightness Skill.

At Wenn Tao's command, several officers sprang into action, pursuing Zhao Sitong.

Zhao Sitong hadn't anticipated their prepared ambush. These 'savages' were indeed crafty. But now that she had fled the 'cell,' she was determined not to be recaptured.

Spotting two officers approaching, Zhao Sitong gracefully lifted her skirt and leapt, dodging the oncoming police. They misjudged their speed and collided with their pursuing colleagues.

Curses erupted from behind her, but Zhao Sitong paid them no mind, focusing solely on her escape. Despite her modest Lightness Skill, which allowed her to evade many, she was eventually encircled at the police station entrance.

"You're quite the runner!" Wenn Tao remarked as he and the others caught up, looking at Zhao Sitong with a mix of frustration and admiration.

"Quick, detain her. She's suffering from delusional disorder," the out-of-breath psychiatrist explained. "She's trapped in her own fantasy world and refuses to face reality. It's a mental health condition that's not too severe. With proper medication or therapy over a few months, she should make a full recovery."

"However, we don't know who her family is. How can we proceed with treatment?" a fellow female psychiatrist inquired, voicing her concern.

"She appears to be a minor. If the relevant authorities can provide documentation, we can start treatment immediately and contact her family once she's recovered," the male doctor suggested.

"It looks like we have no other choice," Wenn Tao said with a furrowed brow. "But in her current state, I fear she won't find peace even in a psychiatric facility."

"Perhaps we should administer a sedative first. Once she's settled in the mental hospital, we won't have to worry," the female doctor proposed.

"Alright!" Wenn Tao agreed, nodding. He felt cornered; if the girl were to escape, there was no telling what trouble she might cause. "Grab her!"

Zhao Sitong couldn't grasp what the two individuals dressed in mourning attire were saying, but she clearly understood Wenn Tao's command to "catch her." Panic-stricken and poised to flee using her Lightness Skill, she was thwarted as two police officers swiftly intervened—one securing her shoulder and the other seizing her hand, rendering her immobile.

Zhao Sitong watched in horror as the man in mourning clothes retrieved an odd-looking device from a box. It resembled a tube with an exceedingly fine, long needle attached—thinner than those used by the imperial physicians for acupuncture. He pressed it, and water sprayed from the needle tip.

Clearly, they intended to "punish" her, to extract a confession through coercion, a common practice with 'criminals.' Those needles were undoubtedly designed to inflict pain, piercing nail beds or pricking fingers. She had witnessed such cruelty in the palace and wanted no part of it. What could she do? She needed to stay calm.