"Hahaha, although the chief doesn't think much of you, maybe the men in the brothel will. We've been serving you with good food and drink for so long, you must let us make some profit."
The voice of Scarface came from outside the sack, carrying a note of triumph.
They want to sell her to the brothel?
Having just escaped the pit of fire, she finds herself entering the den of demons?
Princess Changle's heart suddenly sank, as if falling into a bottomless abyss.
Her mind was blank, filled only with endless fear and despair.
She felt herself being carried down the mountain, the bumpy road churning her stomach, nearly making her vomit.
Then, she was thrown onto a carriage. No idea how much time passed, but eventually the carriage stopped, and she was carried like cargo on someone's shoulder again.
At this moment, a stern voice echoed beside her ear.
"Stop, who are you? What are you carrying on your shoulder? Why is it moving?"
