Chapter 127: Competing with the Princess for the Talented Scholar

  "Why go to Song's house instead of Hou's?" Wei Zifu retorted.

  "It's just that going to the Marquis' residence is inconvenient, and my brother is ill and can't walk." I said as pitifully as possible, thinking that if Wei Zifu also went to learn, then Yi Qianxun's grasp would increase by another fraction.

  Weizi Fu still pouted, but Weizi Madame was delighted: "This is actually good, I've always wanted to find a reliable master for Zifu." She looked at Weizi Fu temptingly and said: "That way, you can see the fairy sister every day!"

  "Really?" Wei Zifu looked suspicious, and I smiled in response: "If you're willing to go to the Song Mansion to study literature and martial arts with Mr. Yi, then of course you'll be able to see your sister every day!"

  "Alright!" Wei Zifu thought for a moment before reluctantly saying, "Since the fairy sister has spoken, I'll go then." I saw the sly smile in his eyes, and Madame Wei was also delighted.

  I feel more relieved now, but asking Yiqian to come over has added a bit of pressure. If he comes, Wei Zifu will go to the Song Mansion again, and in the future, if the great lady wants to make any moves, she won't dare to touch me casually.

  Also said a few words, I personally fed Wei Zifu and had dinner at the Wei residence before leaving. When leaving, I made an appointment with Wei Zifu that once he was invited to Yi Qianxun, he would immediately come to Hou Yefu to invite him.

  On the way back, I found that the place where the girl sold herself to bury her father was still surrounded by people. I casually asked Si Niang: "Whose daughter is selling herself?"

  "There were two girls, one looked fourteen or fifteen years old, the other twelve or thirteen. Fourth Mother sighed and said: 'They look quite clever, it's a pity.'"

  At first, I just casually listened to it, but when I heard the end, I suddenly called the car driver to stop the horse and asked Si Nang to bring up the silver, preparing to go down and take a look myself. The car driver was trying to push through the crowd, and the crowd saw that I was dressed in luxury, so they voluntarily made way for me. Someone whispered: "This lady looks like she has some family background, I don't know if she will buy those two girls."

  As I walked into the crowd, I saw that it was indeed two girls kneeling on the ground, with a crooked and slanting wooden board between them, on which were written several words: "Selling my body to bury my father!"