Aunt Fu's body trembled involuntarily, but she quickly calmed down.
Her son had already run off with the silver, and Bai Yifan couldn't possibly know that, and the person had given two thousand taels, not one thousand.
"Is that so, Fu Wu Clan?"
"My man and I have sold ourselves into servitude long ago, if we had that much silver, we would have surely bought our freedom by now. Who would want their descendants to serve others forever, right?"
Aunt Fu spoke with sincere and heartfelt words.
This was also her most genuine thought; otherwise, she wouldn't have agreed to do such a malicious deed.
Bai Yifan said innocently, "Don't be nervous, I didn't say the silver was yours."
Aunt Fu's heart settled back in place; Bai Yifan was indeed bluffing her.
If that person hadn't reminded her not to easily trust others, she might have been deceived.
"Then how did you know that all the musk was used for disaster relief?" King Qin asked again.