Wufu seemed indifferent with her remark, yet it threw Ah Jiu into turmoil, making her extremely uneasy. She repeatedly took sips of water from her tea cup, attempting to mask her awkwardness.
"One thousand taels of Silver for one?" Wufu widened her eyes and without thinking, she swatted away his hand, "Are you planning to rob someone?"
In this era, the folks at the bottom of society were worth less than anything, especially those who sold themselves as servants. Even the expensive ones would only cost a few taels of Silver. He was asking for one thousand taels—she could buy a hundred with just ten taels each.
With this interruption, some of Ah Jiu's embarrassment dissipated. Seeming to understand her thoughts, she said, "They are naturally unlike average servants, coming from the Secret Guard Camp. Chosen when they were just a few years old to undergo training, they know far more than just a little bit."
Wufu glanced sideways at him.
