Widow Qiao's tongue was nearly stiff with fear. Two hundred taels of silver—where would they get such an amount!
She turned her gaze towards the two small girls standing beside her, who, terrified, clung to each other and choked out repeatedly, "Don't sell us, please don't sell us, we don't want to be sold."
Widow Qiao was actually already awake, but when she heard Lin Yuan tallying the debt, she didn't dare open her eyes, and when she heard that Lin Yuan was Princess Pingxi, she dared even less to speak.
If at first she was sure that Lin Yuan wouldn't dare lay a finger on her, now she didn't dare say so, because she was a Commandery Princess. Wasn't it just a flick of the wrist for her to do whatever she wanted to these common folks?
Father Yinxing was out of the question, it seemed that the only choice was to sell these two unprofitable girls into the brothel!
