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The Difficulty of Changing Subservience
墨書 Inktalez
The night market was ablaze with lights and bustling with activity.
The female constable, Wei Yushan, tucked her newly received two taels of silver salary into her pocket, happily weaving through the throngs of people.
The days when she received her salary were the most extravagant for Yushan, as it meant she could indulge in a meat bun...
The officials of the Dynasty had always received pitifully low salaries!
Yushan sighed inwardly, her eyes unconsciously scanning the surroundings in search of a bun shop.
On either side of the street were rows of shops, their walls not adorned with price lists but rather displaying uniform wanted posters of Outlaw Xing Qin, which Chief Constable had just put up that day alongside Yushan and the others.
According to reports from above, three days ago, Outlaw Xing Qin had finally been spotted during his Nth visit to the palace.
The Top Ten Masters of the inner court surrounded Outlaw Xing Qin, battling for a day and night. Although all the Top Ten Masters were wiped out, Outlaw Xing Qin managed to escape from the palace despite sustaining severe injuries.
The entire court was shocked, and they immediately notified Gyeonggi to impose martial law, vowing to capture Outlaw Xing Qin and redeem the royal family's long-standing shame of theft.
Standing beneath the masked portrait of Outlaw Xing Qin, Yushan's eyes gleamed as she read the words "Reward of Twenty Million Taels of Gold." She thought to herself that if she could capture Xing Qin, she would be able to live a life of luxury forever!
However, that was also impossible. She slapped her cheeks to dispel her fantasies.
The Regent's secret department had been trying to catch him for ten years without even knowing his gender. How could she, just a rookie from Six Gates, ever hope to succeed?
Yushan bought a bun and happily made his way home, savoring the taste of his snack.
Well, well, this idle life isn’t so bad after all. Why bother with ambitions and trouble? One might end up like the Chief Constable, who, before reaching middle age, has already turned his once-black hair white from all the stress.
As he walked past Zhuque Street, a crowd gathered at the corner of Li Family Pharmacy caught Yushan's attention.
Feeling satisfied after his meal, Yushan floated over to see what gossip was brewing.
Oh dear, it was yet another scene of someone selling themselves into servitude. Such spectacles occurred daily in the capital.
After just a glance, Yushan felt bored and considered turning away.
“Tsk, can’t even stand up and still thinking about selling yourself? Don’t you realize you have no worth to be bought!”
One of the onlookers, an elderly woman, commented while giving a little kick to the injured person's foot, showing no sign of compassion.
“Exactly! He’s been lying there motionless for so long that I thought he was dead. I was even wondering if I should stop by the Government Office on my way home to report a corpse,” chimed in a street vendor, grumbling that this person was ruining his business tonight.
“Oh dear, what a pity! Seeing a sick person lying at the entrance, and not even doctor Li comes out to check on him…” An old lady shook her head in dismay, trying to drag her grandson away from the scene as he squatted down to watch.
After hearing the crowd's comments, Yushan finally felt a spark of interest. After all, saving lives was also part of the Six Gates' responsibilities.
Yushan pushed through the crowd and lowered his head to look at the young man lying motionless on the ground.
The young man's clothes were dirty and tattered, the original color unrecognizable. His unkempt long hair covered his filthy face, and there were traces of dried blood on his feet and waist, indicating that he had been injured.
In front of him were several lines of words written in plaster, which told the story of a family of four who encountered a flash flood on their way to the capital. The entire family was swept off the cliff, leaving only him to escape with his life. Now, he was seeking to sell himself into servitude for survival.
The handwriting was strong and vigorous, quite well done.
Yushan crouched down and gently pushed the young man. "Hey, are you okay? Can you walk? Come with me to Six Gates; we can take care of your wounds properly..."
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