C613 That Night Was Not a Dream

November 6, Year Three of Jianxing.

The sky was oppressively gray, heavy clouds looming over the city. It was around 3:30 in the morning.

Footsteps echoed in the prison of the Embroidered Uniform Guard. The warden walked to the innermost cells, unlocking two doors in succession.

Su Bingwen was stunned for a moment before managing to ask, “I can leave now?”

“If you don’t