"Let me go, or I will file a complaint with the emperor!" Xiangqin struggled, trying to break free from the yamen runners.
At this moment, the chief clerk of the Jingzhao Yin government office walked out from the back hall, holding a precious-looking jewelry box in his hand.
Xiangqin took the opportunity to break free from the yamen runner, staggered backwards, and accidentally knocked over the box in the chief clerk's hand.
After a rustling sound, pearl hairpins, earrings, bracelets, hairpins and other ornaments were scattered all over the floor. One of the bracelets caught Xiangqin's attention.
She stared blankly at the bracelet that had rolled to her feet. Even if the red gold lilac pattern on it turned to ashes, she could still recognize it at a glance.
She subconsciously picked up the bracelet, held it tightly in her hand, and stared with wide eyes to confirm its authenticity.
But a roar broke her contemplation: "How dare you! This is the remains of the young lady of the Guards Commander's family. How dare you touch it?"
The bracelet was roughly taken back, and Xiangqin felt that she was thrown out of the government office gate by a powerful force.
Under the feet of this emperor, who can uphold justice for these helpless floating duckweeds?
Xiangqin struggled to get up from the ground and brushed off the dust on her dress.
She looked up at the crowd, a stubborn smile on her lips: "What's so good about it! Go home and see your mother!"
When mentioning her mother, Xiangqin couldn't help but sneer in her heart.
She had no idea whether her biological mother was still alive, and although Hua Mama could be considered half her mother, the beating with a stick yesterday had made her unable to get out of bed for at least half a month.
Xiangqin was heartbroken and sighed inwardly. She imagined that if she had a powerful mother, why would she have to step into this world of prostitution and endure such humiliation and hardship?
While sighing at the helplessness of fate, she slowly walked towards Chang'anfang.
However, after taking a few steps, she suddenly stopped.
The image of that graceful and elegant figure emerged in my mind...
This was probably the last straw she could grasp.
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