Quick Transmigration: After the scum and blackened the male lead, I died and escaped

Chapter 414
It's really a pity for a loving couple, but the good wedding was broken up by the dissolute seventh prince.

They obviously loved each other so much, but they lost to the imperial power.

After all, Qing He was imprisoned in the dark and damp dungeon.

in the prison.

It was late at night, and at Zhengzhizi, there were no stars on the empty sky, only a full moon hanging high in the sky.

Against the background of the dense night, this fifteenth day, which was supposed to be a full moon, looked extremely bleak.

The faint moonlight shone in through the bars of the dungeon.

Through this small window, the white moonlight reflected on Qing He's miserable face.

Her finger was scratched by the sharp sword, and the wound was not properly treated, but wrapped in a veil hastily.

The bright red wedding dress has been replaced by uniform prison uniform.

However, the wound between the forehead and the brow did not show any signs of treatment, which made her appear to be in such a mess at this moment.

There was no light in the sky prison, and the dark corridor was endless.

Most of those held here are death row inmates whose days are numbered.

Qinghe's cell didn't even have a decent cot, only some hay.

She was sitting on a haystack, her thin body leaning against the cold wall.

She had already closed her eyes a long time ago, but her lips that were originally cherry red were now bloodless.

She looked calm, there was no fear in her eyes, she was too calm, just too quiet.

Qing He didn't make things difficult for the jailers. On the contrary, they provided her with good food and drink.

Even the passing jailers couldn't help sympathizing with her. It's a pity that a well-behaved upstart of the imperial court, the champion of the new division of Sanyuan and the first rank, suffered eight lifetimes of bad luck, and was taken by the promiscuous Seventh Prince.

The woman had already made a marriage contract with her childhood sweetheart fiancé, but because she resisted the Seventh Prince, she was forced to live on the day of her wedding, and was locked up in this ghost place.

Anyone can't help but pity her.

She is obviously upright and has a strong character, but she is entangled by a rotten peach blossom.

Food was delivered to the dungeon every day, but Qing He didn't move a few chopsticks, so he was visibly haggard.

Her injuries have not healed from beginning to end.

Because she never asked for medical treatment at all, the injury has been consuming like this.

She didn't want to die.

It was just like someone was going to kill her.

Two days later, her injuries began to get worse.

Later, I couldn't open my eyes at all, and the whole person was in a coma.

The desolate and pale moonlight shone on her face, a person who was originally like a fairy and picturesque, but at this moment seemed lifeless.

The jailers realized the seriousness of the matter early on, and hurriedly reported it.

After Qing He fell ill, within less than a stick of incense, this dark and damp prison welcomed a noble master.

This person was wearing a hat and a black cloak. He lifted a corner of the brim of the hat, revealing that overly delicate and stunning face, with Zhilan Yushu and thin lips.

Such a graceful and graceful man shouldn't have appeared in the sky prison, but he still couldn't help but come here.

That's right, this person is the Seventh Prince, Bu Peiyun.

She fell ill and he was worried.

Originally, he was still angry, and he wanted to grind her temper.

He thought of just keeping her for a while.

When her arrogance subsides, she will naturally lower her head and beg the queen to marry him.

But he guessed wrong.

She is stubborn and stubborn, once she decides, nothing can make her bow her head.

(End of this chapter)