"If Miss Fang had seen the situation clearly earlier, things wouldn't have come to this."
Fang Qing ignored him.
The innkeeper brought over the brush, ink, paper, and inkstone, and Fang Qing began to write.
During this time, Qin Hou would glance at Fang Qing's hand holding the calligraphy brush, and then at Fang Qing's face.
"Miss Fang's handwriting is just like her personality; it's very beautiful."
"Miss Fang, are you really not considering coming to my Qin family?"
"Miss Fang has quite a stubborn temper, but that's not a good thing."
Fang Qing quickly finished writing and handed it to him.
"alright."
Qin Hou looked at it but didn't find anything wrong.
He put the things away.
The innkeeper, barely daring to breathe, busied himself tidying up his writing materials when Fang Qing said, "I've already written it. Shouldn't Young Master Qin return Master Zhou's body to us so we can go home and give him a proper burial?"
Qin Hou smiled upon hearing this.
"Miss Fang can go and collect the body, but who said we were letting Miss Fang leave?"
The boss lost his grip and spilled ink, which he quickly wiped up.
Qin Hou gave the boss a warning look.
"Young Master Qin, are you trying to go back on your word? We've already given you the goods, what more do you want?"
She looked angry.
Looking at her vivid eyebrows and eyes, Qin Hou's smile deepened.
“But I never said anything about letting Miss Fang leave Xichang Prefecture from the beginning.”
Fang Qing glared at him angrily, which only made Qin Hou laugh even louder.
"Now you have two choices: one is to die with this secret, and the other is to pack your bags and become my concubine, in which case I can keep you alive for a few more years."
Perhaps because he was used to it, he didn't take the shopkeeper next to him seriously.
So he didn't see the shopkeeper's shocked expression.
Fang Qing gripped the teacup tightly with both hands, her expression as if she had been forced into a corner.
"Isn't the Qin family afraid of doing this?"
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