A dank, humid dungeon reeked of rot, decay, and sourness. Only one ray of sunlight illuminated the youthful face of a boy imprisoned within.,Only a young girl with red lips and white teeth, who was once beautiful but now appeared utterly destitute, could be seen hiding in the corner of the cell. She clutched her legs tightly, tears welling up in her eyes, resembling a wounded little rabbit. Upon seeing Zhu Yingsu awaken, she disregarded her own sadness and rushed forward to examine the wound on Zhu Yingsu's head!,"Hua Xia... I seem to have heard my great-grandfather mention it!" Li Wan'er seemed to have forgotten the hardships that lay ahead: "Is Hua Xia very far from the Ming Dynasty"。