Chapter 2728 Prince, It’s Really Silver

"Tweet tweet tweet...! What a bunch of idiots, the master says you’re wasting food and is going to sell you all, sell you all!" Xiao Jiu flew in mid?air, watching the spectacle while chattering away, looking quite delighted.

"Waaah ooo ooo ooo...!"

When the women heard this, they cried even louder. One of them grabbed the guard next to her and sobbed loudly, "Please, I beg you, say a word to the Princess Consort for me. I eat very little, don’t sell me."

The guard cut off their wishful thinking, saying, "It’s no use. The Princess Consort said the Mansion’s expenses aren’t enough, she has to sell you to subsidize the daily costs."

The women refused to believe it, all saying, "How is that possible? The War Prince’s name shakes the world, how could he not even have enough for daily expenses!"

This guard had a milder temperament. He turned and pointed at the dozen or so dejected Servant boys trailing behind, and said, "See that? Those are over a dozen men, all to be sold to the tea house as male prostitutes, let alone you lot."

What? Even the male servants aren’t being spared—this Princess Consort is downright heartless.

The women fell into utter despair. It seemed high rank and great fortune had nothing to do with their families; being sent to the Yihong Brothel was basically a done deal.

"Waaah ooo ooo ooo... I don’t want to go, I don’t want to go to the Yihong Brothel, I want to go home, go home." Someone in the crowd wailed loudly.

"Too late. The Princess Consort said you’ve eaten free meals in the War Prince’s Mansion for so many years; it’s about time you paid it back." The implication being that selling them was non?negotiable.

In the end, the guard added, "The Princess Consort also said, you can fatten a pig for a few months and then sell it for money, let alone you lot who’ve been raised in the War Prince’s Mansion for so long."

What? The Princess Consort was bullying them too much, actually comparing these lovely young ladies to pigs. Isn’t that going a bit too far?

If the guard hadn’t said it, fine; once he did, everyone cried even harder.

So that’s how it was: after living in the War Prince’s Mansion for so many years, they’d been treated like pigs in a pen. Now they finally understood why the Prince had kept them locked up.

"Oh my! The girls are finally out." The Old Nannies from the Yihong Brothel guarding the gate saw them emerge and their eyes lit up. They all rushed forward.

"Good grief, this many?"

"Could it be they’re all for sale?"

The Old Nannies were very puzzled and turned to ask the steward.

The steward snapped, "Yes. Do you want this many girls or not? If you don’t, I’ll hurry and ship them out of the Capital to sell."

Before he’d even finished, the Old Nannies scrambled to say, "We’ll take them, we’ll take them. As long as they’re girls from the War Prince’s Mansion, we’ll take them."

Many of the girls in the War Prince’s Mansion were beauties gifted by The Emperor, so their looks were beyond question. The key point was that these girls were skilled in all the arts—zither, chess, calligraphy, and painting.

Ordinarily, the girls they bought and brought back—whether they were pretty or plain—depended entirely on luck.

But girls from the War Prince’s Mansion needed no doubting: every one of them was top?tier. Why wouldn’t they want them?

So just like that, hundreds of girls, sobbing and sniffling, were snapped up in no time by the Old Nannies from the Yihong Brothel.

The Servant boys were harder to move, so the steward simply sent people to haul them off to nearby tea houses and sell them at low prices.

Staring at yet another huge basket of Silver in front of him, the steward’s feelings were mixed and hard to put into words. He was just about to have the servants carry it inside when Long Rui returned in a luxurious carriage...

"Steward, what are you doing? Went out robbing people? Where did you get so much Silver?"

Long Rui stepped down from the carriage and immediately saw several huge baskets of Silver, finding it very odd.

Long Yi stepped forward, grabbed a handful of Silver, and bit down on it: "Ah, Prince, it’s real Silver."

Long Rui glared at him. Nonsense—did he really need help telling real Silver from fake?