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!,The Jiao Fang Si, affiliated with the Ministry of Rites, was simply put, a state-run brothel!,"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"。