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"Smack!"

"Can't even keep an eye on one girl! Look at that face — all ruined! If we try to sell her now, won't that drag my name through the mud?!"

Madam Hua's voice was so loud it rattled the woodshed door in its frame.

Huanya curled herself into a ball, hiding deep within a pile of straw.

Across her face, running from the corner of her left eye down to her cheek, was a long gash still seeping blood.

After her parents died, she had lived with her aunt's family. Then, two days ago, her aunt accused her of shamelessly seducing her cousin — who had just passed the county examination that year — and sold her to a broker's house for two taels of silver.

The broker who ran the place, Madam Hua, had not once let the gleam fade from her eyes after laying them on Huanya's face.

At the time, Huanya had not understood what it meant. She only knew that Madam Hua treated her very well, feeding her the finest meat and vegetables for two days straight.

Huanya had thought she had stumbled upon a great benefactress, and was still wondering how she might repay the woman's kindness, when the terrible news reached her.

Madam Hua intended to sell her to a pleasure house in the city. The patrons there had a particular taste for pure, pretty young girls, and the price would be excellent.

Only then did Huanya understand. The light that had shone in Madam Hua's eyes whenever she looked at her — it was the light of profit.

And so, seizing a moment when h