Song Qingzhang lifted the carriage curtain and said softly, "Alright, if there's nothing else, go back."
His time is precious and shouldn't be wasted on such trivial matters. So what if that man really dies under his horse's hooves? It's just a matter of a few taels of silver.
Shu Lan knelt down at the opportune moment and pleaded softly, "It's all my fault for bumping into your carriage, but I had no choice." She turned her head to look behind her, then looked urgently at the carriage and said to the person inside, "I beg you, sir, to have mercy and save me!"
Song Qingzhang scoffed lightly. Before he could speak, he heard a series of chaotic footsteps, followed by a woman's overwhelming curses. All sorts of vicious words were hurled at him, while the girl who had just cried for help was powerless to resist and could only weep pitifully.
He tapped the chessboard in front of him with his finger and asked the driver, "Why haven't we left this place yet?"
The servant said with difficulty, "Young master, they've blocked the road; the carriage can't get around them..."
Song Qingzhang impatiently lifted the carriage curtain, and his eyes fell upon the girl's sorrowful yet beautiful face under the cold, pale moonlight.
The woman who was cursing her was kicking and hitting her, but she kept her head up, like a dying swan, presenting a breathtakingly tragic beauty.
After listening for a while, Song Qingzhang understood the whole story. It was just a tired, old cliché: the girl's father died early, and her mother remarried. Now her stepbrother was seriously ill, and her stepfather's family couldn't afford the high medical expenses, so they had no choice but to sell her to a brothel. However, she was unwilling to become a prostitute, so she ran away. Unfortunately, she was stupid and couldn't get far before she was caught.
He took off his money pouch and threw it in front of the cursing madam, saying coldly, "This money should be enough to buy her. You all leave quickly and don't block my way."
The madam picked up the money pouch, thanked him profusely, and left. The servant was finally able to drive the carriage smoothly.
Shu Lan struggled to her feet and followed closely behind the moving carriage.
Seeing this, Zhu Jiayu lowered the curtain and said to the coachman, "Let's go back."
Inside the carriage, Lüzheng asked her worriedly, "Miss, do you think Shulan will do? Won't Song Qingzhang discover her true intentions?"
Zhu Jiayu said indifferently, "That's not something you and I should worry about. She was going to die anyway. I've saved her life. If she can't seize this opportunity and gain Song Qingzhang's trust, and ends up as his victim, then it's just her fate."
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