"Did you see Wu Yuhuan's body?" Jiang Cheng pressed. "What did it look like?"
The man's expression turned awkward for a moment, but he quickly recovered. "No. She was already dead. What was there to look at? Besides, the Houfu was so stingy. She died in their home, and they couldn't even give us funeral expenses. Her grave was empty, too. That money-losing wretch deserved to be poor in her next life." He spat on the ground, his tone so casual it was as if he weren't talking about his own daughter, but a complete stranger.
The Fatty's blood pressure shot up. "She was your daughter! She's dead, and you still talk about her like that? Don't you have a shred of conscience?"
The man curled his lip, unconcerned. "What's a conscience? Can you eat it or spend it? Besides, she's my daughter. I can do whatever I want with her. Are you done here? If so, get out!"
Jiang Cheng stopped the Fatty, who was about to hit him, then glanced toward one of the thatched huts. Several women's garments hung on a rack outside. "I'd like to talk to your daughter. Is Wu Yujiao here?"
The man instantly put on a merchant's smile, baring a mouthful of yellow teeth. "My daughter's an unmarried young woman. It wouldn't be proper for her to meet a strange man like you. If people found out..."
Jiang Cheng took a few pieces of broken silver from his clothes and opened his palm. "I'll go in and say a few words to her, then leave. I'm not interested in anything else. This should be enough, right?"
As soon as he saw the silver, the man snatched it up and nodded while counting. "That's plenty. But I'm warning you, be quick. I'll keep watch