Zhao Fu's ambiguous attitude made everyone's expressions turn ugly, filling their hearts with tension and hesitation. They feared that the moment they handed over their treasures, Zhao Fu would immediately kill them.
At that moment, a weak voice rang out. "My lord! As long as you can save this young woman, this young woman is willing to serve you as your maid."
The speaker was a bewitchingly beautiful woman in a red dress. She was currently sprawled on the ground, blood flowing from her mouth, looking gravely injured and weak.
Seeing the others preparing to flee, utterly unconcerned about the injured among them, her heart had already gone cold. She could rely on no one; if she wanted to live, she could only rely on herself.
Zhao Fu was somewhat surprised. After thinking briefly, he gave a soft laugh and tossed a pill bottle to her. The bewitching woman had not expected Zhao Fu to be so straightforward—not only agreeing to her request, but even giving her medicinal pills to heal her injuries.
She accepted the pills in delight and gave them a light sniff, discovering that they were excellent healing pills. She immediately swallowed them and began recovering from her injuries.
A gaunt young man lying on the ground saw this and hurriedly said, "My lord! I am willing to submit to you."
Satisfied, Zhao Fu tossed him a pill bottle. The gaunt young man caught it delightedly and began treating his injuries.
There was also a slender, quiet-looking woman on the ground. She hesitated somewhat, but after glancing at the corpse beside her, she too spoke. "My lord! This young woman is willing to serve you as your maid. Please save this young woman's life."
Hearing this, Zhao Fu tossed her a pill bottle as well.
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