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A little girl around four or five years old, with a tender and delicate white face, was frozen to a bluish purple shade. She huddled beside Madam Wenren, crying that she was hungry and wanted to eat pastries.

“Wu’er, be good. Rest for a while; you won’t feel hungry if you fall asleep.” Madam Wenren hugged the little girl and cried.

The daughters and daughters-in-law around her also shed tears.

Jiang Ning said, “How can she fall asleep if she’s hungry?”

The people in the cell were startled and looked at her.

“You… Jiang Ning?” Madam Wenren was shocked.

The sisters also called out, “It’s Jiang Family’s Seventh Sister!”

Jiang Ning wheeled her chair over and took off her purse, handing it to them. “There are some fruits in here. Give the child a bite first. I’ll find a way to bring some more food later.”

In this situation, they couldn’t be bothered with anything else. Eldest Sister hurriedly reached out and took the purse, taking a piece of fruit out and giving it to the little girl.

Starving, the little girl grabbed it and stuffed it into her mouth.

She choked as she ate.

A few other children watched with wide eyes, but they were sensible and didn’t dare to speak up.

Eldest Sister divided the remaining fruits among them.

The small purse didn’t contain much to begin with.

There wasn’t enough for the few children.

Even more so for the adults.

Madam Wenren wiped away her tears, stood up, walked to Jiang Ning, reached out her hand, and held Jiang Ning’s hand through the bars. She choked, “Ningning, even at this time, you still came to see us…”

Second Sister sighed, “With our family in trouble, those so-called friends and relatives from the past couldn’t wait to get far away from us. Who else would dare to come?”

“Yes, we can’t blame them.”

The more they were in this situation, the more they realized how precious Jiang Ning was.

Jiang Ning asked, “Don’t they give you food? There’s nothing to sleep on or cover yourselves with, and you’re wearing so little. How can you survive the night?”

Madam Wenren bitterly smiled, “We are death row prisoners; they don’t care about us. The adults are fine, but what about these children? They’ve been pampered, they can’t endure this. Wu’er is already sick.”

Jiang Ning glanced at the little girl.

Indeed, the little girl’s face was pale blue, her cheeks were red, and she looked listless.

“Madam, if you need anything else, let me know. I’ll find a way to bring it all in at once.”

Madam Wenren said, “As long as there are some warm bedding and hot water for the children, that’s enough. Even if we face the death penalty, we don’t want them to suffer alive. The adults are fine. I know it isn’t easy for you to come here, don’t make it harder for yourself.”

Jiang Ning nodded, “I understand, Madam. Don’t worry, I’ll find a way.”

Just as she was about to leave, she suddenly heard cries from the neighboring cell.

“Mother, Mother!”

Madam Wenren was startled and looked over the bars, “What’s wrong? What’s happening?”

The others also rushed over to look into the nearby cell.

“Jiang Seventh Miss, please take a look over there. My Ninth Sister had an accident. She and her two daughters were locked up separately over there.”

Wenren Zong had mentioned that his Ninth Sister was the Princess Consort of Chen.

Jiang Ning hurriedly wheeled her chair over, shocked at the scene before her.

Wenren Ninth had hanged herself.

Her two little daughters hugged her legs, wailing.

Jiang Ning shouted, “Help! Help! Li Hongyuan!”

Li Hongyuan arrived even faster than the prison officer.

He ordered the prison officer to immediately open the cell, and he went to put Wenren Ninth down.

But it was already too late.

The two girls lay on her body, crying their hearts out.

Hearing the tragic news, Madam Wenren fainted on the spot.

The sisters wept in sorrow..