"Third Sister, Third Sister. It's not like that. I... I... I want to leave King Yan's Manor. Please, please help me. Third Sister. Otherwise, I will die. They will torture me to death." It seemed that something occurred to Mo Xueqiong, and she shivered. She was as thin as a lath. Trembling with fear, she could not speak a simple sentence with tears pouring down. Obviously, she did live a miserable life in King Yan's Manor.
"You want to leave King Yan's Manor?" Mo Xuetong frowned slightly and asked.
"Yes, Third Sister. I can only survive if I leave there. Third Sister, please save me, save me. As long as you can save me from King Yan's Manor, I will spend my rest life praying to Buddha for you." Mo Xueqiong begged.
"Why don't you go to Father?"
