The Cold-Faced God of War's Favored Concubine Is Not to Be Tried

Po Yazi noticed Feng Yanan's firmness and determination. She walked up to Feng Yanan and whispered, "Sir, if you really want them, we have to talk about the price."

Feng Yanan nodded. She was ready to pay a certain price to get the blue eyes. She asked softly, "Name a price."

Ren Yazi smiled slightly and held up two fingers: "Two hundred taels per person."

Feng Yanan frowned slightly. This price was not cheap for her. But she thought of the great potential contained in Lan Mou's eyes, and she made a decision. She pondered for a moment and nodded: "Two hundred taels is two hundred taels, but I have a request."

Ren Yazi asked curiously, "What's the request?"

Feng Yanan looked at the trafficker firmly and said, "I'll give you fifty taels first, and help me clean up the two of them. I'll come and get them later." She seemed to have thought of something and said, "Oh, by the way, there's also a body selling contract. Since I bought it, they will be mine from now on. I hope no one will interfere with their lives."

A hint of surprise flashed in Ren Yazi's eyes. She didn't expect Feng Yanan to make such a request. But she quickly regained her composure and nodded. "Yes, yes, Sir, don't worry."

Feng Yanan continued to walk in another direction. Not long after she walked, her eyes were attracted by a person in a cage. It was a middle-aged man, about thirty years old. Among his legs, one leg was particularly eye-catching - it was hanging limply, obviously broken. The broken leg was wrapped in a worn bandage, and the blood had dried, showing a dull brown color.

The man's face was haggard and tired, his skin looked pale due to lack of sunlight for a long time. His hair was messy and greasy, with a few strands of hair sticking to his stubbled face. His eyes revealed a deep despair and helplessness, as if he had lost all hope and confidence in life.

He was wearing ragged clothes, covered with dust and stains. His hands were rubbed by the rough ropes, and his fingertips were stained with dirt and fresh blood. His body seemed a little stiff from keeping the same posture for a long time, but his eyes were always alert and vigilant.

Feng Yanan's heart was deeply shaken. She couldn't imagine how this man spent every day, how difficult and painful his life was. She felt a strong urge to help this man and free him from this inhuman situation.

She took a deep breath and approached the cage. A human trafficker, an unscrupulous middleman who specialized in human trafficking, came up to talk to her.

This man-trapper was short in stature, but he was wearing a conspicuous and gorgeous robe, which made him look out of place. His face was full of fake smiles, but his eyes were flashing with cunning and greed.

"Oh, sir, you really have good taste." The trafficker said in an exaggerated tone, "Which of our 'goods' have you taken a fancy to? Tell me, and I'll give you a good price."

Feng Yanan frowned. She was very disgusted by the appearance of this person. She deliberately kept her distance and responded coldly: "I was just passing by and was a little curious about this person. I don't plan to buy anyone."

The trafficker didn't seem to care about Feng Yanan's attitude. He still kept smiling and said, "Sir, don't get me wrong. Everyone here has a story. They all came here because they were forced to have no other choice. If you are interested, I can tell you their stories."

Feng Yanan's heart moved. She really wanted to know the story of the man with the broken leg. "Then tell me his story." Feng Yanan pointed at the man with the broken leg.

When the man saw this, a sly look flashed in his eyes. He then adjusted his strategy and began to tell the story in a more fascinating tone.

"Do you know that the swordsman with a broken leg was once a famous knight in the martial arts world? His name is Li Jianfei. He has superb swordsmanship and is a chivalrous man who is loved by the people."

Feng Yanan frowned slightly. Although she knew that Ren Yazi might be exaggerating, she couldn't help but be attracted by the story. She decided to continue listening to see what was so special about Li Jianfei.

"However, the good times didn't last long. Li Jianfei offended the powerful officials of the time and was framed. He was seriously injured and his legs were crippled. His family was also implicated and destroyed."

Feng Yanan couldn't help but feel a little sympathy when she heard this. She could imagine how huge the gap was for a once glorious chivalrous man to suddenly become a prisoner.

"Later, Li Jianfei was sold here. Although his legs were broken, his swordsmanship was still superb. He often practiced swordsmanship in the cage, hoping to regain his strength one day."