"Ling Chi."
The faces of the crowd turned pale as Fan Qing bowed and said, "Yes!"
Fan Qing led the crowd to take those people away. Li Guanyi looked at the scrolls, filled with dense text, detailing the men and women who had been brought into the palace over the years, and he saw Qian Qian's name.
Suddenly, he remembered ten years ago, after he had practiced martial arts, on the way to see Shaking Light, he personally killed that old border soldier, and the faded family letters, now exalted as Prince Qin, Li Guanyi lowered his eyes and murmured softly:
"Today, the maidservant Qian Qian died, according to the law, fifty guan of money must be paid in compensation."
