"Are you selling this girl? How much silver?" Qian Youxue's deep voice rang out.
The drunkard flicked the whip on the ground, tilted his head back and drank his wine, half-closing his eyes as he sized up Qian Youxue. His gaze lingered on the gourd in Qian Youxue's hand, and he lazily let out a burp: "This lowly servant doesn't need money, but she'll need good wine."
Clap clap clap!
After speaking, he lashed the ground three more times with the whip, frightening the young masters into taking a few steps back in fear.
"Here you go!" Qian Youxue casually tossed the wine gourd into the drunkard's hand.
The drunkard unscrewed the gourd, tilted his head back with a look of enjoyment, and took a big gulp. Suddenly, he burst into laughter: "Good wine, good wine! Take it, go with me!"
Well……
The onlookers stared wide-eyed. Those young masters had offered two hundred taels of silver, but this drunkard hadn't said a word. He really was a drunkard.
Qian Youxue caught the thing the drunkard threw at her; it was Yunhe's indenture. Yunhe had suffered a lot to put on this act.
She glared fiercely at the drunkard, who ignored her, staggered towards the city gate with his wine gourd in hand and cracking his whip.
To everyone else, he was a madman. Seeing the girl who had been sold covered in blood, they couldn't help but worry whether she could be saved after being injured like that.
"Go to the restaurant and borrow a carriage to help him back first," Qian Youxue said coldly, then secretly slipped a pill into Yunhe's mouth.
"Yes, yes, yes!" Lianxin was a kind-hearted woman. Seeing Yunhe like this, she immediately recalled the scene when her master saved her. She, who was usually timid, tried her best to suppress her fear and mustered up her courage to go to the restaurant to borrow the carriage.
At this moment, in a private room of the restaurant across the street, Dong Minghuo, dressed in a traditional Chinese ink-wash robe, was waving a landscape-themed folding fan and watching the scene that had just unfolded with great interest.
Others might not see the difference, but he could see it clearly: the young lady who bought the maid and the drunkard exchanged glances, clearly indicating that they knew each other.
"Young Master, this seems to be the ugly young lady from the Qian family." Song Tian'er handed over a cup of hot tea, but her gaze fell on Xuan Mingye.
Xuan Mingye wore a silver mask, simple yet luxurious, which, combined with his purple robe, accentuated his noble air.
He squinted at Qian Youxue's departing figure. Why did that figure seem so familiar?
Just then, he noticed that the jade pendant on his chest was getting a different temperature. The next moment, he immediately leaped out of the window and chased after Qian Youxue and the others' carriage.
"Your Highness, Your Highness..." Song Tian'er hurriedly called out when she saw her beloved leave.
"Shut up, don't forget who you are." Dongming Huo snapped at Song Tian'er. He wasn't blind; he could see the girl's feelings for Ye.
However, not every woman is a match for Ye's status. If a woman of Song Tian'er's status dares to have any designs on Ye, even if Ye doesn't take any action, the people around him will quickly clean her up.
“Young Master, why can’t Tian’er do it? Tian’er doesn’t care about status, she only wants to be by his side,” Song Tian’er retorted unwillingly.
Dongming Huo angrily exhaled a breath of stale air. If it weren't for the fact that this girl had some talent in medicine, he would have made his move long ago. But, after all, she was someone he had personally trained.
He stood up with a flick of his sleeve, walked to the door, suddenly stopped, turned his head to look at the maid and said, "If you don't take what I said to heart, and if you are ever brought to your death because of it, I will absolutely not help you."
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