CHAPTER 860: CHAPTER 337: SCREW YOUR TRAGIC BEAUTY (PART 7)

Even more so, Qiu Zhaodi knows that the people-buying broker is not the Noble that Old Lady Han claims, but a sinister and vicious villain!

If He Xiaobao falls into their hands, he will suffer terribly cruel abuse?!

On the path of refugees escaping famine, the broker does not buy women or girls, but only buys boys.

What exactly do they want to do?

It’s definitely not to take them home as young masters!

The better ones might become servants in wealthy households, while the less fortunate are sold to Nanfeng Inn as male prostitutes, and of course, some might be sent to the palace to become eunuchs!

Without reason or evidence, just catching a glimpse of Qiu Zhaodi’s complex look, Ms. Hetian had many suspicions in her mind.

"Huh? Her mouth is moving, she must be talking to herself?"

Ms. Hetian keenly noticed the subtle movements of Qiu Zhaodi again, and a thought crossed her mind that what Qiu Zhaodi was saying might be her truest thoughts.

"Xiao Bao, keep an eye on the donkey cart, I’m going to find a place for a bit!"

Ms. Hetian gently negotiated with He Xiaobao as she set him down.

He Xiaobao nodded obediently, "Alright, Mom, you go ahead."

Only then did Ms. Hetian get up and head towards the dense forest on the other side, where there was a makeshift toilet.

It wasn’t really a proper toilet, just a pit dug by several families resting temporarily in this mountain forest, with torn straw mats hanging on the trees to provide some privacy for the women.

Ms. Hetian turned into this place but didn’t go to the toilet, instead turning to where Qiu Zhaodi was hiding.

She channeled her Qi Fortune Dantian, lifted her toes, and seemed to glide through the grass like she was flying.

She made almost no sound and was extraordinarily fast. It didn’t take long before Ms. Hetian was behind Qiu Zhaodi.

Ms. Hetian didn’t know why she had become so powerful, seemingly stronger than her husband He Erniu, who practiced martial arts.

But having this skill was enough if it could help her; the reason wasn’t important.

She held her breath, concentrated, and listened carefully to Qiu Zhaodi’s voice.

Only three or four steps away, Qiu Zhaodi was unguarded, still freely muttering to herself—

"...No wonder you’re the famous beautiful, strong, and tragic villain in the book, even treated like a burden, you still look so good!"

"It’s a pity; you’re about to be sold to that broker by your heartless grandmother!"

"Those people aren’t regular brokers, they’re scoundrels who specialize in shady business."

"And the mastermind who secretly directs these people is also a major pervert."

"Tsk tsk, a high-ranking Grand Eunuch, stirring up troubles at the court, Imperial Palace, only to be fooled by a Swindler!"

"And that damned ’like supplements like’?! Enough already, that thing’s been chopped off, unless you get a transplantation surgery in the future, even eating the manhood of ten thousand boys won’t restore it!"

Ms. Hetian heard these words and didn’t react for a moment.

After a long while, she thoroughly examined every word in the statement.

She understood what Qiu Zhaodi meant, but Ms. Hetian didn’t dare to easily believe it.

She no longer bothered to question how a four- or five-year-old little rural girl like Qiu Zhaodi, who wasn’t taken seriously at home, had gathered so much insider information.

What pained Ms. Hetian was that her son nearly suffered inhuman abuse.

The prime culprit was her own mother, and she, Ms. Hetian, was not innocent; she was an accomplice!

She was actually more hateful than Old Lady Han.

There was a layer between Old Lady Han and He Xiaobao, but Ms. Hetian, as He Xiaobao’s real mother, was supposed to be the one who protected and loved him most in this world!

The result—

Ms. Hetian couldn’t even imagine, if she hadn’t "awakened," how tragic a fate would have befallen her Xiaobao.

Being treated as "medicine" by a perverted old eunuch, He Xiaobao was lucky to survive.

He could very well have been tortured to death or died from an infected wound.

He was only six years old.

He had almost never had any good days.

Yet he was harmed by his mother, and in the end, sent to the hands of a Demon by his own grandmother!

"...Of course, you’re the biggest villain in the book, so you wouldn’t die so easily!"

"With legs broken, body ruined, becoming a cripple. The wheelchair tycoon indeed has its appeal, but it’s also truly tragic."

"Sigh, no help for it, you encountered the strongest Helping-Brother Demon in history, your mom, who agreed to sell you to buy medicine for your pretending-to-be-sick brother, tsk tsk, that mom of yours is really the fighter jet of Helping-Brother Demons!"

Qiu Zhaodi continued murmuring, with contempt and disdain filled in her words towards Ms. Hetian.

Ms. Hetian: ...She should be angry, but there seems to be some truth in what the girl said!

"With such a mom, and a biased dad as well, no wonder you lack love. Just because the female lead secretly gave you a bun when you were sold, you remembered it for a lifetime..."