The Lovely Heiress Is Actually A God Beast

Capítulo 1022: Chapter 1022: As Long as We Live, There Is Hope

The little child stared absentmindedly at the Red Headband, then looked up, her gaze dazed as she glanced at her mother and then at her younger brother. She seemed to understand something.

The other girl who escaped with her met with an accident last night.

It was the reason their mother took her and her brother away—because if their mother hadn’t, they wouldn’t have survived.

The words “Now everyone is very hungry, we are too small, we cannot follow them.” originally meant this.

If too small, would they be at others’ mercy?

Little Taotie raised her hand lightly: “I.”

Her mother quickly pushed down her hand, desperately shaking her head: “No!”

Becoming a maid meant being enslaved.

This lifetime would be ruined!

“Taotao, you must not; your father bravely fought enemies on the battlefield, earning military merits, to change our family’s fate, to fight for a future. You cannot become a maid!”

Yet, the little girl looked at her mother with sad eyes and gently shook off her mother’s hand, “Mother, everyone’s dead, what use is military merit, what use is a future? If we all die, even if father becomes the Great General, what does it have to do with us?”

Hearing this, her mother froze, her already gloomy pupils growing even darker.

The little girl smiled softly, her Little Dimple faint, gently looking at her younger brother, “I will be the maid, I will become enslaved, brother will be free. Once settled in the city, mother, you and brother live well, if father still fights his way back with a future, he can redeem me. If father delays in returning, once brother grows up and makes a name for himself, he can also redeem me.”

The three-year-old boy, oblivious, suddenly reached out and clutched the girl’s clothes tightly.

He didn’t understand what slavery meant, nor what the future was, he just knew now he couldn’t let his sister go, didn’t want to be separated from her.

The girl gently pried open her brother’s hand, ran towards the group, stood in front of the beardless-faced middle-aged man, “Uncle, I want to sell myself.”

“Interesting, a self-sell indeed.”

“No!” Her mother still wanted to stop.

The little girl whispered beside her mother’s ear, “Mother, if we don’t get into the city now, we won’t be able to enter at all. Can you protect me and my brother at night? Will we become meals for others?”

Her mother stiffened, her face turning pale, her outstretched hand frozen in midair.

The beardless-faced middle-aged man reached out to touch the girl’s shoulder bone, spine, squinted his eyes, smiled a bit: “Indeed a good material, accepted.”

Girls under ten weren’t accepted by everyone, only those whose bones were touched and recognized by this person would be accepted.

Upon hearing “accepted,” the girl breathed a sigh of relief, calling her mother and brother to quickly follow to the city.

Before entering the city, the girl glanced back at the refugees locked outside the city gates, meeting eyes that were filled with resentment, bloodlust, no longer human-like.

To eat one’s kin, is that still human?

They had long abandoned human decency, abandoned the right to be human.

…

Fifteen girls were brought to a three-entry courtyard, their families stood guard outside the yard door. At this moment, penniless, they followed into the city but had no place to settle, their stomachs growling.

Fifteen girls stood in line from tallest to shortest, a Taishi Chair placed in front of them, the beardless-faced middle-aged man sitting on the chair, his gaze sharp as he scanned each one coldly, “In times of crisis, every bird flies alone, now they have bought you, I saved you, and I saved your families. I am your master and your benefactor, your lives are mine. From now on, if anyone defies me, death.”

He glanced at his adopted son beside him, that beardless-faced young man holding a tray, on the tray were money pouches.

He walked to the fifteen girls, distributing them one by one.

“Go, meet your families for the last time.”