“Miss Xiuhong, you haven’t figured out one thing yet. It’s not even certain if you’re the person I’m looking for.” Bei Yutang said calmly.
Xiuhong understood Bei Yutang’s implication.
This was telling her that until it was confirmed she was the person she was looking for, she had no right to act arrogantly.
Fine, since that’s the case, she’d let her figure it out first. If it were her, she could have a proper talk with her later. If not, well…
“You want to see my back?” Xiuhong asked.
Bei Yutang nodded.
“Showing you is no problem, but you can’t just look for free.” Xiuhong demanded, seizing the opportunity.
“How much do you want?”
Xiuhong glanced at her clothes, pondering for a moment: “Fifty taels. Give me fifty taels of silver, and I’ll show you.”
Fifty taels of silver were a huge sum, enough for an ordinary family to live on for ten years.
Bei Yutang naturally saw through her intention and didn’t readily agree. Instead, she bargained, “Twenty taels. I don’t have that much silver.”
If she agreed too readily, Xiuhong might change her mind and ask for a hundred taels the next moment.
“No. Twenty taels is too little. How about forty-five taels then?” Xiuhong compromised.
Bei Yutang shook her head: “Thirty taels, that’s the most I can offer.”
Xiuhong frowned. “Forty taels.”
“Thirty taels. I can’t afford any more.”
Seeing this, Xiuhong reluctantly agreed, “Alright. Thirty taels it is. Give me the money first, then I’ll show you.”
Bei Yutang took out three silver ingots from her purse.
Xiuhong held the three ingots, beaming with joy, momentarily forgetting the pain in her body.
Xiuhong had injuries, so Bei Yutang was extra careful when taking off her clothes to avoid touching her wounds. When her back was exposed, Bei Yutang immediately noticed a palm-sized birthmark on her back.
Bei Yutang draped the clothes back over her shoulders and asked, “Where are you from?”
“From Wu County.” Xiu Hong replied subconsciously.
“What was your name before?” Bei Yutang continued.
“Why are you asking this?”
“Just answer me.”
Xiuhong, considering the thirty taels of silver, replied casually, “Daya.”
It seemed that she hadn’t made a mistake. She was indeed Coachman Zhang’s daughter.
Now that her identity was confirmed, Bei Yutang didn’t mince words.
“I was entrusted by your father to redeem you.”
“Where is he?” Xiuhong asked.
Bei Yutang’s voice trailed off: “He’s dead.”
Upon hearing this, Xiuhong’s expression faltered slightly, then a smile spread across her face. “Good death.”
Bei Yutang stared at her in astonishment.
Xiuhong noticed her gaze, a mocking smile playing on her lips. She said softly, “Aren’t you going to ask me why I say that? Aren’t you curious?”
Bei Yutang didn’t want to know.
Xiuhong didn’t expect a response from her, continuing on her own, “My mother passed away when I was five, and he married a stepmother the following year. They say that with a stepmother comes a stepfather, and that’s absolutely true.”
“My biological father sold me into prostitution to pay for his precious son’s medical treatment. If I hadn’t accidentally cut my face, I’d probably be in a brothel by now.”
“Now he’s pretending to atone by bringing me back, is he trying to apologize? Or has his wife and son kicked him out?” Xiuhong suspected Coachman Zhang with the utmost malice.
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