Gu Fang Bu Zi Shang Volume 01

Pingting went pale when she heard this, stunned in shock.

If she had been sleeping for the last two days, then the king’s soldiers would have begun searching around the capital, making it very difficult for her Master and the others to stay at the agreed place, near the cliffs.

Her heart sped up as she asked, “Where are you taking me?”

“To the…” the man suddenly stopped, realising something was wrong. “Eh? Yer know I’m the one askin’ questions ere, right?” He gave her a ferocious expression. “Say, which rich family have you escaped from, runaway wife? Where’s your home?”

Runaway wife?

Pingting hesitated, lowering her head and studied herself.

Although she was only a servant of her residence, her Master had always cherished her and so she’d gotten things that were even more expensive than the ladies of normal households. Her clothes looked expensive and she had been riding away from the city at an odd hour so the trafficker had naturally thought that she had run away from her husband.

No wonder the trafficker hadn’t thrown her out in the last two days, he had probably seen some value in her.

Pingting shook her head and laughed, “I’m just a maid, not a runaway wife from a wealthy family.”

“Tch, since when did servants get silk clothes?”

Pingting debated over what to say in her head carefully. It was highly likely that the King had already ordered all citizens to hunt for the people of Jing-An Ducal Residence, so she decided not to give away her real identity. So instead, she rolled her eyes and said, “I escaped out of the city to see my lover, but because I wanted to look pretty, I stole some of My Lady’s clothes.” Gui Le was a somewhat noisy place and therefore a lot of women really would sneak out to see their lovers.

The man frowned immediately at this and threw open the curtains, “Zhang Boy! Com’over here!”

“Coming.” There seemed to be more than one trafficker, on the other carriage.

Not long after, a chubby face peered in from the window. “Fu Erge, wassup?”

So his name was Fu Erge.

“Wassup yer head! Didn’t ya say this girl was a runaway wife from a rich family and could be swapped for a lot of money?” Fu Erge glared at Pingting and jabbed an accusing finger at her, “She’s just a servant, dammit! And she slept for two days!”

Zhang Boy scratched his head and studied Pingting carefully. Then he laughed, “Fu Erge, don’t be angry.

What’s done is done. She’ll probably have some value anyway.”

“Oh, so ya can sell off this rubbish?” sneered the man, jabbing an accusing finger at Pingting’s nose.