The moon was bright, and the stars were sparse. The night was dim and shrouded.
A small and frail figure appeared on the wall of the General's Mansion. In the blink of an eye, she had jumped out from within.
Not far from the main gate, members of the Mo family were still waiting there, hoping to see Xuexue emerge, perhaps offering them some financial aid. Yet, the entire day had passed, and the General's Mansion remained shut tight; not even a servant had been seen exiting.
"Mother, I'm so cold," Mo Xiuzhi's pitiful and sorrowful voice broke the silence. She was noticeably pregnant, famished, and freezing, struggling to endure the situation.
