Looking at Mo Hong, whose face turned pale with fright, Liu Qingqing paused and said nonchalantly, "Besides the gold bracelet, doesn't your family have anything else valuable? That can't be true. Even a little boy around five or six sold to the palace to become a eunuch is worth ten or twenty taels, and a pretty little girl is even more valuable. If you find the right person, you could get a large tiled house, and even afford to buy several acres of fertile land!"
This remark seemed to awaken something in Mo Wu. Her cloudy old eyes suddenly brightened: right, why hadn't she thought of the two little wretches born to that bitch surnamed Wu?
Liu Qingqing saw the greed in her eyes clearly, and the sneer at the corner of her mouth was fleeting!
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