Qiann Yan bought the two brothers, Wu Liang and Wu Zhi, under a death contract for three thousand taels.
Wu Liang took the money and went to the brothel, while Wu Zhi stayed by her side, very dedicated, not sneaking glances at her, his eyes unwavering, focused entirely on staying beside her.
She was satisfied with this kind of tool.
"Never seen such a girl, no matter how good-looking, she isn't worth six thousand taels. And she sells her art, not her body. People want someone proficient in music, chess, calligraphy, and painting, don't they know to go to the brothel to find the Oiran? Even the Oiran isn't as aloof as this girl."
"That's beside the point, this girl still wants to choose her buyer herself. If she thinks they're unsuitable, she refuses them; even Lord Zhang's son was refused before."
The gossip caught Qiann Yan's attention, and Wu Zhi, seeing her interest, quickly parted the crowd for her.
