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The next day, a female slave named Tao brought them two identity tokens, which were a gift from the Shang Family.
San Chun took a look; one was engraved with "Qing" and the other with "Chun." From now on, these two tokens would represent their identities, but the bamboo tokens clearly indicated their low status. With this, it would be very difficult for them to rise in status in the future.
From her guess, the Shang Family had made these bamboo tokens to view them as possessions, probably already having thought about how to deal with them. However, if they refused, both of them were unregistered black individuals; it would be impossible for them to even walk through the city to Ying City.
After inquiring with the two female slaves, she learned that the Dance Troupe usually assigned numbers to the boys and girls they bought or abducted, and there were records about them in the Steward's hands.
If they wanted to know how the Shang Family would deal with them, checking those records would be the best shortcut.
However, regarding such underhanded matters, Qing valued his identity and was unwilling to go. He asked San Chun to go instead, but San Chun was reluctant; she hated that Steward, who always seemed like he wanted to strip her bare. If she accidentally ran into him, she would lose her appetite entirely.
Qing understood her temperament; once she refused to do something, not even nine oxen could pull her.
Weighing between stealing and being sold, he considered his face-saving options and ultimately decided to take action himself.
Qing worked quickly, just like his sword; shortly after he left, he returned with two bamboo slips. San Chun was overjoyed and praised him for having potential as a thief, earning herself a couple of eye rolls.
As they had suspected, the bamboo slips contained simple backgrounds of the two individuals.
Qing's slip read: Qing, male, Qin person, age twenty, not a virgin boy, handsome, skilled in martial arts, could be of great use.
San Chun's slip read: Chun, male, Wei person, age sixteen, virgin boy, handsome, favored by Sheng Chen Jun, could be offered.
She looked at it for a while and then asked Qing, "How did they know this?"
Qing was puzzled. "What do you mean?"
"You are not a virgin boy while I am?"
Qing glanced at her and replied lightly, "You're mistaken."
She was taken aback. "What? Are you also a virgin boy?"
He immediately changed from a glance to a glare, his voice turning a bit colder. "The years are wrong; I am twenty-five this year."
Now it was San Chun's turn to widen her eyes in disbelief. She didn't expect him to be so old. At this age, still not married, it was truly remarkable that he could endure it.
She touched her nose. "I also think it's wrong."
"What's wrong?"
"If I remember correctly, it should be more than sixteen."
In fact, she didn't really know how old she was, but she always felt it couldn't be too young. Although her face looked a bit tender, her mindset was different. A girl of fourteen or fifteen would never have a heart as aged as hers, as if she had experienced countless trials and tribulations.
Qing pondered for a moment and suddenly said, "Sheng Chen Jun is indeed a lecher; he cannot be entrusted for life."
Upon hearing this, San Chun couldn't help but roll her eyes even more dramatically than usual. She didn't want to follow Sheng Chen Jun anyway; whether he was lecherous or not didn't concern her. Once they reached Ying City, she would definitely escape, ensuring that the Shang Family wouldn't even catch a glimpse of her.
Qing had the same plan; only a fool wouldn't run away. Quietly returning the Bamboo Slip, she instructed that this matter must never be disclosed to anyone, or it would become troublesome to leave.
The Shang Family was no philanthropist. Her current status and wealth were partly due to having connections with many nobles from various countries and partly because she had always been involved in human trafficking, selling or offering young boys and girls collected from various places to powerful relatives in different nations, thus gaining various benefits.
When returning the Bamboo Slip to its original place, Qing suddenly noticed that all the Bamboo Slips were numbered and labeled as top-grade, middle-grade, and low-grade, just like goods sent to market with sales tags indicating their quality. This made her quite displeased. Fortunately, the Shang Family knew that most of this information was obtained from their mouths and was far from their actual situation.
In this era, people were not good at lying and considered it shameful to deceive; she naturally couldn't imagine that one of these two didn't even know his own surname while the other couldn't reveal his true name due to unavoidable circumstances. Even if they escaped, they would only be Qing and Chun—what did that have to do with them?
He sneered coldly. Upon returning, he would remind San Chun to stay calm and endure this period; once they reached Ying City, they could break free.
San Chun quickly agreed, fearing he wouldn't take her along; she naturally wanted to be obedient.
Under the meticulous care of the two female slaves, they had an unexpectedly good journey. San Chun's face was always filled with smiles; in the morning, she listened to the birds sing, in the afternoon played the bamboo flute for a while, and took long naps until dinner time. Although her flute playing was often off-key, it was rare for her to have such leisurely enjoyment.
Seeing her in such a good mood brought both laughter and envy to Qing. To have such simple thoughts—wasn't that a kind of happiness?
They had two meals a day, both of which were delicious, filled with many dishes they had never seen or even heard of before. What kind of happiness could this be?
For example, when San Chun held a bowl of this stewed meat soup, her mind immediately conjured up an image of a robust and precious creature. She had always thought that such animals could pull carts; could they also be eaten? Joy, immense joy filled her as she gazed at the bowl for a long time before finally taking a sip. However, when it reached her mouth, she found no great surprise; it seemed she had tasted it many times before, and the flavor was quite ordinary.
It was just like when she was in Niushan Village; she thought she had never eaten chicken and secretly caught a hen from her neighbor Er Dan's house to cook. The taste was also very familiar. She admired herself greatly for having eaten chicken; that was definitely a sign of good fortune. Of course, it wasn't her who cooked the chicken but Qing, and because of this, she realized there was a dark demon hidden beneath his divine facade. He knew full well that the chicken was stolen but pretended not to know. When Er Dan chased her home, he even scolded her loudly for being a thief.
For this, she held him in serious contempt, but his response was: "Even rabbits don't eat grass near their burrows."
The implication was clear: if you want to steal chickens, go to the next village...
Along the way, besides enjoying good food and comfort, they were also fortunate enough to meet the legendary Shang Family.
She still remembered the first time she saw this renowned beauty; San Chun shivered and almost rushed over to embrace her, asking how one could achieve such beautiful skin.
The Shang Family truly lived up to their reputation as beauties. Her face was enchanting and her figure was excellent. She loved wearing tight-fitting dresses with a pink rose fragrance, cinched at the waist with golden threads into a large bow. Her hair fell low and was adorned with a jade phoenix hairpin, accentuating her proud curves and elongated figure, making her look alluring and captivating.
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