Xie Zhinuan heard the words.
She felt a bit of suspicion about her identity but also a bit of interest.
Literate, able to keep accounts, her family was in business in the early years.
She turned her head to Yuanbao and asked, "How much silver is needed to buy this maiden?"
"For a burial, three to five taels would suffice. If you want to be courteous, give seven or eight, ten is the absolute limit!" Yuanbao whispered.
Li Hengyi stood aside, fanning himself with a fan, cooling Xie Zhinuan.
He had no interest in matters of selling oneself to bury one's father or mother.
Fearing being deceived, he never meddled in these idle affairs.
After thinking for a moment, Xie Zhinuan said, "Silly girl, go tell her that I've bought her!"
"Yes!" The silly girl went forward.
Yin Suwen looked up, tears still in her eyes, looking at the silly girl with surprise and hope.
"My lady has bought you. Where is your mother? I will go with you to take care of it," the silly girl said gravely.