The Trade Caravan

"Amma, I'm leaving! Please take care of Abba for me!" said Ji Hao while kneeling on the ground and kowtowing hard in front of Qing Fu.

Qing Fu didn't say anything, only smiled gently, tidying Ji Hao's shining long hair over and over again. Her red lips were now a bit whitened - obviously, she was not as relaxed as she pretended to be.

"You stay with Abba, and you must obey every order of Abba." Ji Hao turned around and said harshly to the group of his personal slaves, "If you serve Abba well while I'm not at home, I can probably make you clansmen of the Gold Crow Clan, but if you make any mistake..."

"If they ever dare to make any mistake, I'll chop their heads off myself!" Ji Xia laughed and said, while slapping Ji Hao's shoulder.