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Seeing Tang Zhutou, Tang Xin's birth father, huddle with his younger son in the corner without uttering a word, his heart was filled with pity for Tang Xin who had remained silent from beginning to end.
What a disaster to have such a heartless stepmother and a weak-willed birth father.
Tang Xin, with her head lowered, listened indifferently to the two women haggling over the price, never saying a word, only occasionally glancing towards the door, as if the one being sold wasn't her.
Tang Yushi eyed the twenty silver pieces in Mother Yu's hands with greed, yet felt unsatisfied, "Mother Yu, not to mention my daughter's beauty, I've also spent quite a bit on her food and clothing over the years. Twenty silver pieces... it's too little!"
Mother Yu played with the silver ingot, asking with a half-smile, "Then how much do you want?"
"Forty taels!"
Tang Yushi blurted out, clearly a figure she had long contemplated.