"What kind of married woman? How old is she?"
That woman instinctively thought of Liu Sisi from next door, but then shook her head out of reflex. With just one look at the several people in front of her who were clearly officials, adorned in their finery, perched atop their horses, the sheer chasm of status between them was apparent.
Da Niu looked back at Di Yelei, who was guarded in the middle by several trusted soldiers, before speaking to the woman again, "We're looking for an exceptionally beautiful married woman, probably just over twenty years old, with a voice as pleasant as the oriole's singing..."
"No, there's absolutely no such person here! This is a slum, after all. If there were any beautiful women, I'm afraid they wouldn't be able to stay here, wouldn't they have run off long ago?" The woman cut off Da Niu's words, her tone tinged with resentment.
How could someone like her, dragging kids around, possibly remain beautiful?