C108 The Wronged Princess

In the dead of night, within the prison walls, Beigong Ziqing brought Zhao Han a late-night snack, and they conversed over their meal.

"You're aware that your sister belongs to the demon race, aren't you?" she asked.

"Of course, I've known all along."

"Since when?"

"Right from the start."

"From the very start?" Zhao Han was taken aback.

With a complex look in her eyes