"They're all poor ghosts; the three of them together don't even have a few bottles of Blood Fortifying Pills."
"However, these silver and golden notes add up to a value of one thousand and three hundred taels. They're still stained with traces of blood, likely robbed from someone they killed."
Zhou Ping'an checked the spoils of war and spoke with a hint of disdain.
"Maybe it's because of this that the Second Miss of the Zhang Family was able to come out unscathed, which is a good thing, I guess." Xia Cui heard Zhou Ping'an's complaints—killed someone and ransacked their body, yet still despised them for being poor. What a face.
She couldn't help but let out a "giggle" of laughter.
Perhaps everything that happened earlier with sneaking into the Chen Family Fortress to save someone had deeply shaken her.