The boss lady furrowed his brows and spoke with pity and troubled voice. "Lord Yu, I must tell you the truth. I've already sold Qing'er to Lord Xu. I just ordered my men to send her to his manor. Right now, I truly regret that decision. If only I knew this would happen, I'd have sold her to you, milord."
Just then, Yu Wuhen flinched and his thin lips clearly pursed tightly. After some thought, he flatly said "Who did you buy that young lady, Qing'er from?"
"A few days ago, an old man from the village visited in a cattle cart. He carried Qing'er to me for sale. At the time, I noticed how pretty Qing'er was and bought her," Replied the boss lady honestly.
"What day was this?"
"The seventeenth."
Yu Wuhen's hands clenched tightly around the teacup. "What else do you know about this young lady Qing'er? Tell me everything."
