The Emperor muttered, pinching his nose tightly.
Fat Aunt, also covering her nose, chimed in, "How many days have you kept people locked up in here? Of course, it stinks! If it weren't for my old man's vast sailing experience, he urged me to put a bucket in there for them; otherwise, they'd have to relieve themselves right on the spot!"
What Fat Aunt said was just a casual remark, but to the listeners, it held a deeper meaning. These words naturally reached Ji Youzhi's ears.
For now, however, he didn't inquire further. Instead, he asked Fat Aunt to call a couple of sailors to help clean up the place, and he took the men directly to the deck for interrogation.
By this time, it was completely dark, and the wind was especially strong. The officials were still tied up, shivering violently in the strong wind.
"It's so cold! Where are we?" Head Constable Zhou was the first to ask.
Ji Youzhi smiled coldly. "Where is this? Don't you recognize it?"
