A moment later, Gu Yang had taken the two women to an open area beyond the swamp, setting them down.
With a skeptical look, he gazed at the two women, "Can you really produce thirty thousand taels? If you dare to deceive me, I'll send you back to the village."
Zhi Xing hurriedly replied, "How would I dare deceive you, my lord."
In the moonlight, Su Qingzhen took her first real look at the man who had saved her from the mountain bandits.
He was dressed as a hunter, his hands full of calluses, his face marked by the elements.
But he was far from an ordinary hunter!
Because when he looked at her, there was no hint of fluctuation in his eyes.
Su Qingzhen had encountered men who regarded her beauty as nothing, such as Zheng Renjie just a moment ago.
But such men usually belonged to major families, accustomed to beauty, with grand ambitions, their determination unshakable by feminine wiles.
Or they were experienced, deeply calculating old foxes.
