The palm-sized bronze mirror looked somewhat old, with significant wear at the edges, even having a small crack.
"One hundred taels?"
Jiang Yi snapped out of it, tugged the boy's ear, and laughed angrily,
"Little guy, starting such deceiving tricks at such a young age? You've been following me for quite a while, huh, thinking I'm a generous spender, a fat sheep to slaughter?"
"Ouch, ouch..."
The boy grimaced and cried out, "Sister, I'm not lying, this really is a family heirloom."
"Still not honest?"
Jiang Yi applied more pressure.
The boy wailed in pain, quickly calling to bystanders, "Help! Murder! This old lady is trying to kill me, help! Someone help me!"
However, bystanders ignored him, seeing the captivating Jiang Yi disciplining a sly little beggar.
"Old lady?"
Jiang Yi's smile grew even more delightful.
"Aaaah!"
This time the boy cried out truly in pain and begged for mercy, "I was wrong, beautiful sister, I was wrong, you're a fairy, you're a fairy from heaven."
