Doesn't the concubine of the Marquis want to marry me? Can! Let him marry you.
It's a betrothal gift! Let him mention it casually! Qu Ling didn't take it seriously, killing people and punishing people was nothing more than that.
A bet, a few coins, a lifetime;
"Start with one hundred taels, and I'll bet you that we will get married within two years with one hundred thousand taels. I'll bet one to accompany you." Those eyes were as black as a deep pool with no bottom, and they couldn't distinguish between joy and anger. This was the first time Qu Ling met his eyes, and she felt a little cold. The answer she gave herself, this was probably the temperament of a person who kills people all the time.
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The smile in Qu Ling's eyes did not diminish, and she expressed the cruelest meaning in the gentlest words, approaching him: "Prepare the money, I will come to your bedroom to pick it up in two days!
One million taels, in exchange for lifelong freedom, is not bad.
However, meeting her is so easy. She wants both people and wealth.
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Intention: Two-way redemption