Anyway, in her heart, not a single person had treated her right. They all intentionally put obstacles in her path, intentionally not wanting her to soar high and become a part of Wulong Mountain.
She wanted to go out, not to be locked up in the Ancestral Shrine.
But the disciples outside were constantly watching her, denying her any chance to leave. Neither cursing nor threatening them worked; she had exhausted all her methods, yet she couldn't get out.
"If you let me in, I will bring some ice for the Third Miss. It's too hot today, the heat could get to her."
Suddenly, a voice came from outside—one that Xue Manyu was very familiar with. It was her maid, Wang Hua'er. In an instant, her spirits were lifted.
"Hua'er, is that you? Come in, come in quickly!"
She shouted towards the outside of the Ancestral Shrine, wanting Wang Hua'er to hurry in.
