After the carriage stopped, Sang Jiang went straight to a woman surrounded by a group of people.
The woman, dressed in white, knelt on the ground, weeping bitterly. Next to her stood a sign that read, "Selling myself to bury my father."
The woman was very beautiful, and her mourning clothes added a unique charm to her appearance.
Two more men were standing in confrontation with her.
Sang Jiang understood the general situation after watching for two minutes. A pot-bellied man called him Young Master Zhang, and a man with a pointed mouth and monkey-like face called him Young Master Li.
Young Master Zhang, looking smug, raised his head and said, "How about it? Out of money? If you're broke, this little girl will be my thirty-eighth concubine."
Young Master Li clenched his fist, his teeth itching with anger, but he couldn't utter a single word.
The woman glanced at the crowd, her eyes filled with rejection and helplessness.
Sang Jiang frowned as she looked at her, and then she heard the people around her starting to whisper among themselves.
"It must have been really tough on this girl."
"Yes, I'm afraid my time with this young master Zhang is numbered."
"That's right, he's tortured so many people to death, and this girl has no family left."
Sang Jiang pursed her lips, glanced at the woman a few times, and then spoke loudly, "How much? I'll buy it."
The woman turned around in surprise, and when she looked at Sang Jiang, she was stunned for a moment, then immediately lowered her head and walked to her side: "This servant thanks you for your kindness, Miss. From now on, this servant belongs to you, Miss."
Young Master Zhang turned around unhappily, but his eyes lit up instantly when he saw Sang Jiang. He took a few steps forward and stood in front of her: "Little lady, what are you doing here? Don't tell me you've taken a fancy to me? It's alright, I can take you all."
Sangjiang: ? ? ?
This person probably has some kind of serious illness again.
Seeing that Sang Jiang wasn't going to listen, she raised her head and said, "Young lady, do you know who my father is?"
Sang Jiang chuckled softly.
When Young Master Zhang saw her smile, he felt as if his heart had been startled: "Young lady, which family are you from?"
"Are you mute? No, you just spoke."
Sang Jiang raised a slight brow: "I know who your father is."
Taken aback by her question, Young Master Zhang instinctively replied, "Who is it?"
“Me!” Sang Jiang raised her eyes, looking at him with a smile as if she were looking at an idiot.
Everyone burst into laughter as they watched Young Master Zhang laughing foolishly.
At first, Young Master Zhang didn't react and chuckled a few times, but then he realized something was wrong. He stopped laughing and glared at Sang Jiang: "Don't be so stubborn! Do you know who my father is!"
"I know, didn't I say it was me? Are you deaf?"
“You!” Young Master Zhang pointed at Sang Jiang and spoke.
Why are you pointing at your dad?
It's good to have a big tree to lean on for shade; anyway, there's an emperor sitting in the carriage, so what is she afraid of?
"You! You! You!" Young Master Zhang pointed at Sang Jiang, unable to utter a single word for a long time. His eyes darted back and forth, and only when he saw the servants behind him secretly suppressing their laughter did he react: "What are you all standing there for! Arrest her! I want her to be my thirty-ninth concubine! Hurry up! You bunch of useless trash!"
As he spoke, he kicked one of the servants in the backside.
The servants quickly suppressed their smiles and rushed towards Sang Jiang.
Although they often followed Young Master Zhang to act arrogantly, that was only because his father was the town mayor and Young Master Zhang was somewhat dim-witted. Compared to those other young masters, they were easier to please.
Before they could even touch Sang Jiang, An Ye, hiding in the shadows, gave each of them a small pebble, forcing them all to kneel before her.
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