"Mother~" Mo Cheng, fearing Shen Qinglan might change her mind, quickly clung to Qian Shi and pleaded.
Shen Qinglan endured her nausea, maintaining a calm façade as she watched.
"Okay, okay, Mother will let her go, alright?" Qian Shi muttered, "Ten taels of silver for a little vixen, what a waste."
She returned to the house, opened the door, and dragged out a young girl dressed in a wedding gown, her face streaked with tears.
"Mo Niang!"
A pang tugged at Dong Jin's heart.
Qian Shi pushed the girl toward the courtyard gate, shrieking, "Go on, you little wench. You're sluggish with work but all eager to get married."
Shen Qinglan stepped forward and, with Dong Jin, helped her up.
Seeing the handprint on Mo Niang's left cheek, Shen Qinglan sighed internally.
How could there be such heartless family members in this world!
She said to Dong Jin, "Take her back first, I'll be along shortly."
