Three days later, around dusk, as the carriage was nearing a small town, a sudden bout of crying could be heard from the roadside.
The carriage came to a halt accordingly, Zhang Xiao Hai, who was driving from the outside, spoke, "Young Master, the road is blocked by someone."
Gu Yang, engrossed in a book, frowned upon the interruption and wondered to himself, "Could it be her?"
He put the book down and peered beyond the curtain of the carriage to see a woman dressed in mourning clothes kneeling next to a corpse on the road ahead. There were four characters written on the ground: "Sell oneself for a father's burial."
The woman was extremely beautiful, not quite at the level of Su Qingzhen, but nonetheless, a rare beauty.
Someone of her looks showing up here in the middle of nowhere to sell herself for a father's burial, anyone would find that suspicious.
Zhang Xiao Hai quietly voiced his doubts, "Young Master, there might be something wrong with this woman."
