She was, after all, once the daughter of an official’s family . She had seen fighting between her father’s wives and concubines before .
Towards her stepmother, this xiaojie was considered to be polite . She only asked herself to compete for favor and not to harm her stepmother .
Of course she needed to fight for favor . Even if this xiaojie did not order her to, she would still give it her all . Only with the man’s love and doting would you have a leg to stand on in the house . Finally, she had to find ways to give birth to a son . That was what she could rely on for life .
Shui YouLian sat in the carriage, thinking about life in the future, at times looking forward to it and at times apprehensive, excited, and nervous .
No matter what, she was no longer a lowly geisha . Even if she was only the yiniang of a fourth-ranked official, it was still better than being a geisha .
Zi You looked at Shui YouLian’s bright eyes and revealed a cold smile .
Wang Yiping, the gift for Mu Ying Rui on the Mid-Autumn Festival night, would make you painful enough to crave death!
The horse galloped along . They soon arrived at Great Yan’s Jingdu’s Yue Cheng, the largest slave market .
Zi You took a look and couldn’t help but be depressed . It really was a hell on earth .
Males and females, old and young, all ragged, were mostly sluggish and desperate . They were all like living dead .
Only a few innocent children cried and were noisy . They didn’t know yet their futures would no longer be innocent or carefree .
The four maidservants, who did not know why their Xiaojie wanted to come here and see the slaves’ miserable conditions, were feeling empathetic . Only Zi You expressionlessly walked towards some eight- to twelve-year-old female slaves and examined carefully .