A dank, humid dungeon reeked of rot, decay, and sourness. Only one ray of sunlight illuminated the youthful face of a boy imprisoned within.,Eight years ago, Zhu Ying traveled to the Ming Dynasty. After waking up, she realized she was an eight-year-old child and being accompanied by a slovenly old Taoist priest!,Li Wan'er said, "After you fainted, a young adult came and scolded the jailers away. I'm fine!"。