One Hundred Taels for Her Freedom

"Hong'er was sold into the brothel when she was young. I raised her for 15 years, but she returned me very little. If you want to redeem her, sure, but it won't be cheap."

Chu Qingzhi asked unhurriedly, "How much?"

The Madam demanded an exorbitant price. "Ten thousand taels."

Chu Qingzhi glanced at the room and locked onto the place where all the indentures were kept. "100 taels, not more, not less."

She wanted Hong'er to walk out of the Hundred Flowers Tower openly, say goodbye to her past, and start over. Otherwise, she wouldn't pay a single scent.

The madam looked in disbelief. "I said 10,000 taels, and you cut it to 100 taels. Are you joking with me?"

Hong'er slowly clenched her fists. 100 taels. The brothel madam would definitely not agree. Her heart sank and she was in despair again. She wouldn't be able to leave today.