Deng! Deng deng deng!
As Jiang Xuanhe finished speaking, the sound of chains sliding quickly rang out.
Next came the sound of countless gears turning, spinning madly.
Wang Longhu stood on the iron bridge, looking expectantly at the door that had already opened a crack, casually tossing Jiang Xuanhe aside onto the mountain wall.
A chilly air wafted out from the crack, instantly freezing the ground outside with a layer of ice, even affecting the iron bridge inevitably.
Zhang Yuanying looked excited; they had worked hard for years yet never found a way to rescue the Emperor.
But today, hope came so suddenly, even the mistress was unaware that Jiang Tianzhen was about to be released.
The door slowly opened but it was extremely quiet inside, without any sound.
