"Take care, noble one!"
The broker personally watched Meng Qianqian's carriage disappear into the distance.
Beside her, one young woman asked, "Only sold for ten taels—wasn't that too much of a loss? That girl cost us no less than a hundred taels in damages back then!"
Another young woman replied, "Exactly, wasn't she supposed to be sold to that place? At least fifty taels, right?"
"The girl may be small, but some men prefer that type," the second added.
The broker said, "What do you know? With my decades of experience working in brothels, I can tell that girl is no ordinary fish in a pond. Today, I sold her to curry favor with someone. It's also the little girl's fortune that her life didn't end here, thanks to that benefactor."
Otherwise, had she gone to that place, how many people escape torment alive from there?
Inside the carriage.
Ban Xia asked the little girl, "What's your name?"
The little girl fiddled with the tassels on her clothes. "Tan'er."
