Mr. Bai stared at the headdress for a moment, picked up a hairpin to inspect, and then said, "If I remember correctly, this was sold in our Silver Tower last month for three hundred fifty taels of silver. If Miss wants to resell it, it won't fetch the same price. I can only offer you two hundred and eighty taels."
She was docked twenty percent, which was within acceptable range, Chen Afu nodded in agreement.
Mr. Bai still felt a bit regretful, as he had only made a profit of seventy taels on this deal.
Chen Afu's heart ached even more as she saw Mr. Bai shift the brocade box towards her. The haunting image of Chen Shiying, her mirror image, crying with ruddy eyes and his desperate attempts to win her favor flashed before her eyes… She couldn't believe her own heart could ache like this!
Subconsciously, she never considered herself as related to Chen Shiying. She considered him merely as the father of her Dingzhou speakers, with her only father being Chen Ming.
