"If you want to change to a private cell, you'd better have your family send the silver quickly. One tael per three nights."
Zhang Dage gave a sinister laugh.
Lin Zezu looked at the cell in front of him, labeled "C," and breathed in the nauseating stench. He found it truly unbearable. Having deduced that Madam Zhao was behind this, he already had a countermeasure in mind. However, he was not about to suffer this indignity for nothing, so he spoke up:
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