"You want Hong Ying to serve you?" Ye Qiu suddenly spoke up.
"Exactly." The young master glared sternly, and then upon seeing Ye Qiu's true face, he froze and said with a lecherous gaze, "I don't need Miss Hong Ying. If you serve me personally, that'll do just fine."
"How dare you!" Little Lu shouted angrily upon hearing this, and his mother's face turned ashen.
"How dare I? Isn't it just for silver? I have plenty of it." The young master, obviously quite wealthy, took out a handful of silver notes and waved them in the air, "Is this enough?"
Ye Qiu sneered: "You want me to serve you? Besides silver, you'll probably need to stake your life. Someone, seize him and take him to the Capital Governor, and let's see what kind of crime it is to defile a Prince of the current dynasty."
