For ten consecutive days, Qiao Ling'er refused to eat the meals sent by the bandit leader, and by now he was weak and dizzy from hunger.
"Miss, this is bad! Qiao Ling'er is on the verge of starving to death!" The maid anxiously pounded on the white-robed woman's door, shouting at the top of her lungs.
The door flew open instantly, and the white-robed woman hurried toward the prison cell inside the stronghold where Qiao Ling'er was locked up.
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