989: Chapter 989: Twenty Taels (2) 989: Chapter 989: Twenty Taels (2) Shadow Three was momentarily stunned, then hurriedly displayed an expression of delight, and bowed with his fists clasped: “Thank my master.”
When Master Changyang had established the base to train them, he’d equipped each of them with a Peerless Divine Weapon, but it was up to them to earn it through their own efforts, with the final decision resting with the young master.
He was a swordsman, and the Biying Sword was meant for him, yet he had always been unsure how to obtain it.
He hadn’t expected it would be all thanks to currying favor with the young master’s wife…
It seemed that in the future, he must understand the situation clearly – pleasing anyone was worth less than pleasing the young master’s wife, and offending anyone was nothing compared to offending her.
Qian Baoshun was knocked out for a while, and when he came to, he was still somewhat unconvinced: “Who exactly are you?
Who gave you the right to meddle in my family’s business?
Get out now, or I’ll report you to the authorities…”
“Get going,” Yang Ruxin waved her hand dismissively.
“You…” Qian Baoshun was at a loss for words, but finally, with a hardened resolve, said, “If you want to buy my older sister, dream on unless you have twenty taels of silver.
Otherwise, you’re simply abducting a common girl…”
“Your father’s dead?” Yang Ruxin asked coldly, staring at him.
Only if the head of the family was dead could a son make such decisions.
At this, Qian Baoshun choked up.
In fact, when he first saw Yang Ruxin, he felt a tingling desire—such a beautiful girl, if he could just savor her charms…
Unfortunately, after seeing her whip old Hei away, he dared not entertain such thoughts.
After being beaten by Shadow Three, he had even less inclination, and now, faced with her icy gaze, he shivered involuntarily.
“I was already sold by the Qian Family before; hence, I’ve nothing to do with them anymore,” Qian Xiaoyun declared loudly, “I’m willing to sell myself.”
“You ungrateful wretch…” Qian Baoshun was suddenly overwhelmed with frustration.
“That’s not possible; she’s my property…” Old Hei got up and also began to shout, “I’ve paid silver for her…”
Yang Ruxin ignored them and pulled out a Selling Covenant: “A death covenant, will you sign it?
Besides, the selling price includes a one-year servant’s salary to cover your medical expenses…”
But Qian Xiaoyun bit open her own finger and swiftly pressed a Blood Handprint onto it: “As long as the young mistress provides me with food and is willing to let me take care of my sister, I don’t want a servant’s salary.”
Yang Ruxin nodded, then approached Qian Damao: “Now that the elder daughter no longer falls under your responsibility, name a price for the younger one.”
“Twenty…” Qian Baoshun shouted again.
“Alright, twenty taels it is,” Yang Ruxin said with a smile, then took out another Selling Covenant, “Press your handprint here.” She then took out two Silver Ingots, “Press it and these are yours.”
Qian Damao glanced at Qian Lishi, and the two hesitated.
Qian Baoshun, however, came over, bit Qian Damao’s hand and then forcefully pressed a Blood Handprint on his behalf.
Qian Damao sharply inhaled from the pain, but did not scold his son.
Yang Ruxin shook her head, took one look at the two Selling Covenants, and threw the silver over: “Get on the carriage.
From now on, you have nothing to do with the Qian Family.”
Qian Xiaoyun and her sister supported each other onto the carriage.
Being servants now, they technically should not be riding, but they were injured and could hardly walk, so they had to leave first.
At the village entrance, the silver that had just entered Qian Damao’s hands was snatched away by Qian Baoshun: “The silver for my wedding, I’ll hold onto it myself…”
“The people are gone, give back my silver…” Old Hei suddenly rushed over, grabbed the twenty taels of silver, “Consider those five taels as compensation to me…”