A burden... a slave...
Jiang Meng gave a bitter smile. So that was it. That was how it was.
If she had not told them she was a slave, if she had said she was an assassin instead, they probably would have acknowledged her.
Because an assassin sounded richer than a slave.
This was an age...
That mocked poverty, not prostitution.
How could she have forgotten something so important?
Why had she assumed she would be accepted just because "a slave was cleaner than an assassin"?
"Originally, I wanted to spend the money I earned from killing over the years on my family, to thank them for raising me."
"Now... there's no need."
"Master Xiao, I'll give you all my savings! Converted into Huaxia currency, it's several hundred million."
"I have nowhere to spend it anyway. Rather than letting it rot in the bank, I might as well use it to show my loyalty."
Xiao Yu wiped away her tears. For an assassin to cry, the blow really must have been severe.
"You're not going to acknowledge them as family anymore? There's no need to be so stubborn. They're just thinking the way many ordinary people do."
"No. What's the point of acknowledging relatives who care about nothing but their own interests?"
"I remember now..."
"The reason the traffickers abducted me when I was little was also because 'I was a burden.'"
"Master Xiao, let's go. Let's get down to business!"
Xiao Yu did not try to persuade her any further.
Everyone had to take responsibility for their own actions.
This outcome was certainly not the best possible result.
Even reuniting for profit would have been better than this.
The reason was simple.
Finding her family had been Jiang Meng's sole emotional anchor for maintaining her sense of self since