"This is the Prince’s Jade Token." Qiann Yan handed the Jade Token to the accounting clerk, "Give me a silver note of ten thousand taels."

"Yes, Princess Consort."

With the Jade Token, the accounting clerk, though puzzled, handed over the money with ease.

After receiving the money, Qiann Yan tucked it into her sleeve pocket and left the Prince Mansion, feeling quite delighted.

From the original host’s memories, she had figured out Jing Lingyu’s temperament almost completely. If he didn’t give her money to spend, the news would surely become a laughingstock.

Unless Jing Lingyu had no shame.

Jing Lingyu being shameless was impossible. He valued his reputation dearly and had ambitions for that position, so he certainly cared about his name. Being in the middle of it, he couldn’t extricate himself.

Qiann Yan headed straight for Grass Market Street, a place full of mixed and diverse crowds.

Many people sold their children there, and many desperate individuals sold themselves as well. How one sells depends on whether or not the person needs money and whether they still wished for freedom in the future.

Even though Qiann Yan wore a plain outfit, her demeanor was out of place here, attracting many people as soon as she entered.

Countless eyes were secretly glancing at her, with a hint of expectation.

Being sold to a well-off family could improve one’s life significantly, even if they lost their freedom.

In this era, such situations on Grass Market Street were not uncommon.

Whenever a natural disaster occurs, countless people become displaced. Although now the world was relatively peaceful, it wasn’t an era where people couldn’t make a living.

In chaotic times where people couldn’t make a living, selling sons and daughters was nothing; instances where people were so hungry that they traded children for food were prevalent.

In such circumstances, survival was everyone’s foremost thought; notions of morality, ethics, goodness, and kindness ceased to exist—there was only survival.

To live at all costs, by any means necessary.

"Miss, please buy me."

"Miss, take a look at my daughter. She’s clever and adept at all kinds of tasks, sure to serve you well."

"Miss, does your household need two helpers? How about my son? He’s very strong..."

Qiann Yan exuded a "keep away from strangers" aura; these people spoke to her with a sense of hope.

Approaching further, they dared not.

As Qiann Yan passed by, they could only look at her back in disappointment.

Qiann Yan stopped in front of two burly men. They were dressed in rags; she found it puzzling as to why they would want to sell themselves.

"Why do you want to sell yourselves?"

The two burly men didn’t expect a young lady to ask and quickly replied: "We need Silver. The amount we need is rather large."

"For what purpose?" Qiann Yan asked. The two looked capable and suitable to keep as bodyguards, sparing her from handling everything personally in the future.

Their eyes suddenly reddened, tears brimming: "To bury and redeem someone, to bury our mother, and to redeem our sister sold into the brothel."

"We originally worked at an escort agency. After escorting a shipment, we returned home, only to find our hometown flooded; fields and houses were gone, our parents and sister fled to the Capital City. On the way, our father fell critically ill. Desperate, our sister sold herself to a brothel, yet father still passed. By the time we found them, our mother was ill too. We spent all our Silver and Silver Coin to treat her, but she still passed."

"Our mother’s only wish was for us to bring our sister out of that place, so we’re planning to sell ourselves."

"Many have asked about the price, but no one buys, thinking it’s too high. But we’ve confirmed, it indeed costs that much Silver to redeem our sister."

Qiann Yan: "Show me a fight."