Chapter 1278

Sun Daojing's lips were sealed tight, and Chen Guanlou simply couldn't get any useful information out of him.

He returned to the Heavenly Prison, and Prince Anping had already been escorted over.

Prince Anping was not yet forty years old, looked white and chubby, and actually bore some resemblance to Emperor Jian Shi. Among the royal clan, the men's appearance seemed to lean towards being white and chubby. If one were to talk about being handsome, it was only when they were young. Once they got older, they all became white and chubby. Being a little kinder, they didn't look much different from ordinary wealthy men. They didn't even have the majesty of the officials in the court.

Prince Anping had lost his spirit, and the whole person looked very decadent, with dull eyes. He had an "whatever, it doesn't matter, I'm neither dead nor alive" look.

Being a Prince, he was naturally placed in a VIP cell.

Prince Anping entered the cell, sat down with a thud, looked at the surrounding environment, and couldn't help but sigh. A pair of white, chubby hands were trembling.

Chen Guanlou stood in front of the cell door. "Your Highness, the environment of the Heavenly Prison is just like this, please don't mind. Adapt to it; actually, the days aren't hard to endure. To tell you the truth, Prince Jin lived in this cell, Prince Chu lived in it, and Grand Tutor Zhuang also lived in it before."

"They all died!" Prince Anping's face turned deathly pale instantly; he was scared to death.

What?

Chen Guanlou was stunned for a moment before he reacted.

He thought about it carefully, and sure enough, everyone who had lived in this cell had died, died as dead as could be!

Prince Anping jumped up instantly and ran to the cell door. "This Prince does not want to live in this cell, it's bad luck! This Prince doesn't want to die yet."

Chen Guanlou bared his teeth. "Your Highness, people have died in every cell in the Heavenly Prison. Some cells have probably had hundreds of people die in them."

"I don't care, anyway I won't live in this cell. No matter how many people have died in other cells, at least no Prince or Duke has died in them. If I live in it, then the next Prince to die will be me. This cell is clearly ominous, it has a curse. Every high official or noble who lives in it has to die!"

Prince Anping was superstitious to the extreme.

Chen Guanlou couldn't find a word to refute him for a moment.

Indeed, the prisoners who had lived in this VIP cell, no matter how powerful or high their status, had all died. Not one could escape.

"Your Highness, you are making things difficult for me. Temporarily, where am I supposed to go to clean up a cell with such good conditions for you?"

"A little worse is fine too. In any case, I won't live in this cell. There is a curse here, really!" Prince Anping muttered.

Chen Guanlou couldn't help but suspect, could it be that because Prince Anping was too superstitious and hid at home engaging in feudal superstition, Emperor Jian Shi couldn't stand it and had him arrested and imprisoned?

"On what grounds do you say this cell has a curse? I already said, you can't find a cell in the Heavenly Prison where no one has died."

"I can feel it!" Prince Anping clawed at the cell door bars, his body curled into a ball, looking at the inside of the cell with a look of terror and yet a strong desire to explore.

"Can you feel it? There is a different kind of gloomy and evil aura lingering in the cell. That is the curse! Too many powerful and influential people have died in this cell; their obsession and their unwillingness remain here, and over the years, it has formed a curse."

Chen Guanlou didn't believe it, but he still walked into the cell and felt nothing.

"If people could leave a curse because they were unwilling when they died, according to your theory, every cell in the Heavenly Prison has a curse."

"It's different!"

Prince Anping shook his head repeatedly in denial.

"This cell only imprisons powerful and influential people, and powerful and influential people have one characteristic: their obsession is deeper, their minds are stronger than ordinary people's, and only after they die can they leave a curse."

Prince Anping pointed to his head.

Chen Guanlou said "Oh." "You mean their mental power, their souls are stronger."

"Yes, that's what I mean. They are knowledgeable and experienced, with decades of official experience, making their souls far exceed those of ordinary people, incomparably strong."

Prince Anping was very excited, yet also filled with fear.

"But you didn't feel the curse when you first entered the cell. It wasn't until I told you that Prince Jin and the others had lived in this cell that you jumped up and talked about a curse. Your Highness, your trick of deceiving people is not very clever!"

Chen Guanlou smiled without smiling.

Prince Anping waved his hand. "You don't understand. When I first arrived at the Heavenly Prison, I was in a trance and didn't pay attention to things outside myself. It wasn't until you reminded me that I realized something was wrong inside, and there was a very strong malice lingering within. Anyone who lives in this cell will surely meet with a fatal disaster."

"Since there is a malice, why doesn't this malice go to other cells to cause harm?"

"This cell is the container for this malice; once it leaves the container, it is nothing. Prison Warden Chen, I know you don't believe me. But I dare to swear to Heaven that every word I say is true. This Prince has been very sensitive since I was a child! That kind of mysterious feeling, you don't understand! And it's hard for me to explain it clearly. In short, it's something that can only be understood but not explained!"

Chen Guanlou re-examined the white, chubby man in front of him. Except for his eyes, which had changed from their previous chaotic and dull look, there was nothing unusual about him from head to toe.

So he deliberately asked, "Did the Emperor arrest you because you were engaging in these superstitious things in your mansion?"

Prince Anping jumped up. "Stop talking nonsense. I'm too afraid, scared to death, how could I possibly engage in such things!"

"Why did His Majesty arrest you?"

"Arresting me is naturally because... why should I tell you." Prince Anping had a quick mouth and a quick brain. He changed his words just as he reached the key point.

Chen Guanlou was very regretful.

"If you don't say it, I'll just assume you were arrested for being superstitious. You're no different from the village shaman."

"Say whatever you want, this Prince will never reveal the truth."

"Sooner or later, I will be able to guess the truth."

"Impossible!" Prince Anping was very certain.

Chen Guanlou smiled without smiling. "Listening to your tone, His Majesty must have arrested you for a very niche charge that people wouldn't even think of."

Prince Anping looked surprised.

"I guessed right after all." Chen Guanlou gave a smug smile.

Unexpectedly, Prince Anping shook his head. "Don't guess randomly. Once His Majesty's anger subsides, I will be able to get out."

"Are you sure you can get out?"

"Of course! After all, this Prince is..."

Halfway through his sentence, Prince Anping closed his mouth again, refusing to utter a single word no matter what.

Chen Guanlou tempted him. "If you tell me, I'll change your cell."

"Even if I don't tell you, you will still change my cell. This Prince is a Prince of the Great Gan Dynasty, and His Majesty has not yet charged me."

"You are a prisoner now." Chen Guanlou kindly reminded him.

"In any case, I won't live in this cell." Prince Anping refused to enter no matter what. If he was forced to enter, he would rather die, hit the wall and commit suicide!

In a fit of anger, Chen Guanlou wanted to just poison him and be done with it.

But Medical Official Mu persuaded him, "It's just a cell, what's wrong with changing it for him? Why should you get angry over such a small matter? The palace hasn't charged him yet, and there's no plan for how to deal with him specifically. Being too coercive now is not good for you, my lord!"