Chapter 845: Struck It Rich (3)

"Splash!"

She fell hard onto the ground, tears spurting from her eyes as both her arm and leg suffered varying degrees of abrasion. Bright red blood slowly seeped from the broken skin; gritting her teeth, she stood up, enduring the pain, and limped deeper into the garden.

The back garden of the Guangling prince's mansion was vast. Inside, no lanterns were lit; it was dark and ominous, unreadable to those unfamiliar with its layout. Fei'er, dragging her injured body and gasping for air, hurried back and forth searching for a way out. However, the several exit doors in the garden were either guarded or locked—she simply couldn't escape.

Fei'er was very anxious. Most of the night had passed, and dawn was approaching. She still hadn't managed to escape. Once day broke, she would again be thrown into the tiger's mouth, likely facing a fate worse than death. If that were to be the case, she thought it might be cleaner to die now!