She closed her eyes and gently wielded her mana.

When she opened them again, she was back in her own body, leaning against Fang Youzhen.

"Zhi’er, my dear sister, are you awake? Does your head still hurt?"

Although Fang Youzhen was still worried about Brother Wuxi, she was more concerned about Bai Zhi’er.

At this moment, she deeply regretted letting Bai Zhi’er drink alcohol.

Just a while ago, Bai Zhi’er was drowsily leaning against her, unresponsive no matter how she called, which made Fang Youzhen very distressed.

Bai Zhi’er felt much clearer now, with the drunkenness gradually fading away.

She gently pressed her brow.

"Sister Youzhen, I’m fine. By the way, did they find Brother Wuxi?"

"The Marquis just went down to help, and I heard the Princely Heir shout just a moment ago, saying they found him and are bringing him up, so don’t worry."

Bai Zhi’er nodded: "That’s good."

At this moment, the classmates gathered at the secret passage joyfully shouted: "They’re up, everyone’s up!"

Bai Zhi’er quickly urged Fang Youzhen to check on the situation.

She herself silently slipped the Ghost Prisoner’s wallet into her sleeve.

Afterwards, Bai Zhi’er stood up, picked up the clothes Feng Fuce had placed under her, and dusted them off.

She walked to the front of the secret passage, watching the silhouettes in the darkness.

Before long, the Princely Heir came up first.

Soon after, Feng Fuce, with a cold face, carried Fang Wushen, who was covered in dust and dirt and unconscious.

Fang Youzhen hurried forward, first asking the Princely Heir.

"What happened to your hand?"

Bai Zhi’er turned her gaze toward them.

Her Third Brother’s left arm was bent, held against his chest, as if injured.

The Princely Heir smiled: "It’s nothing serious, just got hit a bit while we were in the firewood cellar extracting your brother from the iron chains. It’s no big deal."

"Luckily the Marquis was there to help, or I don’t know how I could have brought him out."

"Iron chains?" The surrounding classmates gasped collectively.

Yao Liang, who just now was pretending to be a ghost and causing trouble, also turned pale.

"Brother Wuxi vanished alone, how could he have had iron chains wrapped around him, unless there really are ghosts here!"

Bai Zhi’er walked to Feng Fuce’s side.

She glanced at the still-unconscious Fang Wushen.

She couldn’t help but ask softly, "Brother Ce, when you found him, was he tied up?" 𝘧𝘳𝘦ℯ𝓌𝘦𝒷𝘯𝑜𝑣𝘦𝓁.𝒸𝘰𝓂

Feng Fuce nodded, replying evenly: "He was tied to a wooden frame used for punishment."

However, it seemed Fang Wushen only had some dirt on his face, appearing disheveled but uninjured.

It seemed the Ghost Prisoner only captured him to prevent trouble, without causing him harm.

Just then, Fang Wushen slowly awoke.

Upon opening his eyes, he saw Feng Fuce’s indifferent and fair face.

Fang Wushen paused in surprise.

As he looked around, he saw that everyone was watching him with concern.

His favorite little sister Zhi’er also showed her care: "Brother Wuxi, how do you feel?"

"It was really dangerous just now, we heard you disappeared alone, which worried us all sick."

"Brother Ce and my Third Brother went to the dark prison to find you, it wasn’t easy getting you out."

Fang Wushen slowly regained his senses and looked down.

He was actually being carried in Feng Fuce’s arms!

Who could stand for that!

Fang Wushen quickly broke free, standing directly on the ground.

His face flushed, feeling very awkward: "Was it the Marquis who rescued me?"

Feng Fuce gave him a cold glance.

He didn’t want to intervene either, but if he didn’t, the Princely Heir would have had to carry Fang Wushen up despite his injury.

Then little Demon Pet Bai Zhi’er would worry about her brother again.

Feng Fuce replied indifferently.

"It was a mere trifle." He said.