Chapter 403: Ruthless (1)
Chapter 403: Ruthless (1)
When Tang Xin knelt down, no one could bear to refuse her. Mo Qingze sympathized with her, but he did not immediately agree. Instead, he reached out to help Tang Xin up gently, saying, "Child, please get up first before we discuss."
There was a hint of disappointment in Tang Xin's heart, but she knew that continuing to kneel would only provoke resentment. Therefore, she stood up accordingly. Her eyes, once filled with hope, now dimmed, making people even more sympathetic.
"Dad, let's leave some silver for the Tang family and let Tang Xin stay," Xin'er saw her father's hesitation and couldn't help but cling to his arm, pleading. Tang Xin was not only her good sister but even if she were a stranger, Xin'er would still want to help.
Zhen'er also shook his father's other arm and joined in, "Dad, please help Sister Tang Xin. If our family's silver isn't enough, I still have some here."
"Godfather..." Yun siblings didn't speak directly but looked at Mo Qingze with pleading eyes.
The three generations of the Li family sincerely sympathized with Tang Xin. Although they hoped Mo Qingze would agree, they remained restrained and didn't speak up.
Mo Qingze felt conflicted. If he didn't know about it, he could ignore it, but seeing this desperate girl kneeling in front of him was truly heart-wrenching. However, it wasn't easy to help in this matter; not helping would leave a burden on his conscience. Doing so would mean finding a good solution that would thoroughly solve the girl's situation without causing any trouble.
Persuaded by his children, Mo Qingze felt somewhat helpless. Seeing his eldest daughter remain silent, he asked for her opinion, "Yan'er, what do you think?"
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Upon hearing this, Mo Yan knew her father was also conflicted, so she replied, "Father, you should decide on this matter. I have no objections."
With Mo Yan's straightforward response, Mo Qingze hesitated no more. He looked at Tang Xin sternly and asked, "Do you really want to sell yourself to my Mo family? You must understand, once I buy you, you will be nothing but a servant of the Mo family."
Tang Xin's face turned pale, and her thin hands clenched tightly.
Before fleeing, there was a sister in the village who was sold to a wealthy family in the city. People in the village said she was going to live a luxurious life, eating endless rice and wearing new clothes every day. At that time, Tang Xin naively believed and even envied that sister for being able to eat and dress warmly, even longing to enter such a grand mansion.
But not long after, that sister was brought back covered in blood, eyes wide open in death. The people who brought her back threw down a few taels of silver. Her parents, who had been crying inconsolably, suddenly wiped their tears away, knelt down, picked up the silver respectfully, and saw the visitors off, then wrapped the sister's body in a worn-out mat and buried her in a depression behind the mountain.
It was later that Tang Xin heard the truth: that sister had angered her masters over a trivial matter and was beaten to death. No one stood up for her. Her parents even thanked the masters for compensating them with silver. It was then that she realized people who were slaves had their lives and deaths in the hands of their masters, with no freedom or dignity to speak of.
She didn't want to be a slave. Even if the Mo family was known for kindness and wouldn't randomly beat her, she still didn't want to! But tomorrow those people would come to her house. She had no choice. Should she let Yu shi sell her to that dirty place, where she would live like a ghost for the rest of her life?
No, instead of benefiting Yu shi, she'd rather sell herself to the Mo family as a slave and watch them all get retribution!
Thinking of this, Tang Xin suddenly raised her head and said decisively, "Master Mo, Tang Xin is willing to be a slave and will never regret it!"
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