Lingyin bit her lip and clenched her fingers so tightly that her knuckles turned white.
Yes, the historians did it intentionally; their family could guess it.
But once they've set a trap, they won't let them escape and will relentlessly pursue them—that's truly terrifying.
They might also use worthless items to set a trap, and even if they painstakingly meet the historian's requirements, they will add layers of pressure.
So everything they did was in vain; a gaping maw of abyss awaited her, ready to swallow her whole.
"The Shi family is truly ruthless; they are inhuman. I have never seen or heard of such a thing."
Qiao Lian'er, however, did not find it unusual. In the world she came from, in the countryside, people in the mountain valleys valued the continuation of the family line very much. If they couldn't find a wife, they had to resort to trafficking or imprisonment. This was especially true in ancient times when the customs of the people were not yet civilized.
People like Shi Zhenxiang, no matter how much dowry they offer, girls will still keep their distance, so they resort to such despicable tricks.
It's not a year of famine. Even if the harvest in the fields is poor, there are still wild vegetables and fruits on the mountains. Unless they are in dire straits, even the families most likely to sell their daughters would not marry their daughters into the Shi family.
Because it's a very shameful and disgraceful thing, and you'll be ridiculed and talked about behind your back.
Qiao Lian'er took Ling Yin's hand and held it, finding that her hand was extremely cold.
"Sister Lian'er, I know you're a woman of good ideas. Tell us quickly what we should do," Ling Xiao said anxiously.
"I'll do whatever you say."
The Shi family has gone to such lengths, forcing Ling Yin into a corner, so of course Qiao Lian'er has to save her.
They took the siblings to a relatively quiet teahouse.
Qiao Lian'er still needs to avoid the Shi family a bit, lest they see her when they come back.
It wasn't that she was afraid of the Shi family, but she didn't want the Shi family to think that the Ling family had found help; otherwise, they might make things even more difficult for the Ling family.
Qiao Lian'er ordered a pot of Biluochun tea: "Sister Lingyin, have a cup of tea to warm yourself up first."
Lingyin also felt extremely cold, and only after drinking a cup of hot tea did she feel a little better.
Her hands were still covering the cup, her expression blank, still somewhat shaken.
This fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl was truly terrified by what she had just witnessed.
It was as if an invisible mountain was pressing down on her.
Qiao Lian'er could understand. In the world she came from, someone that age would only be in the third year of junior high or the first year of senior high; they were really just a child.
Lingyin took a good moment to calm herself down and tried her best to regain her composure.
At least now we know the historians' true purpose, instead of being kept in the dark.
At least now, we can find solutions to this problem instead of blindly walking towards the abyss until it's too late to turn back.
She should feel fortunate.
Lingyin took a deep breath, her eyes became much clearer, and she became more composed, instead of being in a state of confusion and helplessness.
"Sister Lian'er, you speak."
Qiao Lian'er admired her quick wit; she truly lived up to her reputation as the sister who had carried a corpse.
"Sister Lingyin, does the Shi family still keep that broken porcelain?"
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