On the winter night of the third year of Xianping's reign, the prison cell named Tianlao Di.
Lu Chen woke up from the cold.
There was moldy straw underneath him, and the iron shackles on his ankles were worn to pieces, and the blood mixed with pus formed black scabs. He opened his eyes, and through the ray of moonlight that filtered through the cracks in the wall, he saw the three large vermilion characters "Zhan Li Jue" printed on his tattered prison clothes.
