The concubine, a former cannon fodder, becomes pregnant, and the childless prince spoils her rotten.

Lin Zhizhi was afraid of being implicated, so she didn't dare to say anything to stop her and completely ignored her aunt's fierce glare.

She asked with some curiosity, "What are you going to do with them tied up?"

The man chuckled. "Have you heard the rumors about a steamed bun shop in the lawless area of ​​the capital that often sets up a stall at night?"

"That meat bun shop?" Lin Zhizhi had indeed heard of it, but in her previous life she only thought of it as a joke and had never been there.

"It is said that the stall owner appears to be a kind and generous person, often helping beggars and destitute elderly people in the city. In reality, he is making a living by killing off his victims; everyone who has eaten his buns has disappeared without a trace."

Despite doing all this in broad daylight, Lin Zhizhi wasn't afraid at all. Instead, she pretended to be timid and asked, "Are you going to send my uncle's family to be made into human flesh buns?"

That stall is strange, but it definitely doesn't sell human flesh buns. You never see beggars in the capital; it's probably the stall owner's doing.

Lin Zhizhi's eyes flickered, as if she had been connected to something.

Seeing that she had huddled up and dared not cause any more trouble, the man laughed loudly: "Tie them up and send them to the rich man's house in the village to do hard labor and earn money. They've been eating and using my things all this time, and I'll make them pay it back."

Seeing her husband talking so much, the woman said with displeasure, "Why are you talking so much to a mere girl? She should stay and take care of the son. You can send them over there; those people have plenty of ways to make them work."

Lin Shangya was skilled in needlework, Lin Ye could copy books, and Lin Yue and Cheng Huilan had both served as servants and knew how to serve others.

There really is a landlord in this village. Although it's not the busy farming season, he still needs someone to take care of him.

This way, the family could always earn some money back in the past.

They hadn't done this before because they were afraid of scaring Lin Shangya, but now that they knew they harbored such thoughts, they certainly wouldn't let them off easily.

Hearing that they weren't really going to be dismembered and sold for their flesh, Cheng Huilan gradually relaxed.

Lin Zhizhi nodded. "It's more cost-effective to buy people outright than to have them work for us. If we sell them, we can get a lot of money."

If the landlords in this village wanted to buy someone, they would take them into slavery before the transaction.

Upon hearing this, Cheng Huilan glared at Lin Zhizhi and shouted, "You little slut, you have ill intentions! You actually want us to be enslaved! You deserve to die right now, you wicked heart!"

If her son were to become a slave, he would lose the qualification to take the imperial examinations, which would be worse than killing them.

Lin Zhizhi's face turned cold. "How can you be so unable to accept that this has happened to you?"

She still remembers how her aunt scolded her mother, using just as many hurtful words.

Lin Zhizhi had only casually mentioned it, but it was something her aunt had said back then, and yet she was being cursed like this.

Cheng Huilan wouldn't listen to Lin Zhizhi's words. Her eyes were red with anger, and she pretended to pounce on Lin Zhizhi, wishing she could devour her alive.

Lin Zhizhi found it amusing, and at this moment she was also a little angry. She and her father were almost killed by Lin Shangya, but in the end, because Lin Yue was her uncle and she remembered the brotherhood between her father and him, she let them go.

And what was the result? She was framed again; Lin Shangya still wanted her to take the place of the fool.

The way my aunt spoke so casually back then, how desperate would she have felt if she hadn't been born a slave?

Seeing that Lin Zhizhi's eyes were no longer as gentle as usual, and that she looked at them with a calm and sharp gaze, as if she could see through their thoughts.

Cheng Huilan calmed down a bit, but her jaw was still clenched, and she wished she could tear Lin Zhizhi to pieces to vent her anger.

Lin Zhizhi then looked at Lin Yue and asked, "Uncle, Aunt wants to sell me for money. Your good daughter wants me to marry a pitiful, mentally challenged man in her place. You just let them do this without saying a word?"

In front of the woman and the man, Lin Zhizhi described the mentally challenged person in a much more subtle way, but it still aroused the dissatisfaction of Lin Shangya's second aunt, who snorted coldly at this moment.

She muttered under her breath, "Is marrying my son something you're not good enough for?"

Perhaps because she felt she was in the wrong, she did not pursue the matter further.

Lin Yue was stunned, at a loss for what to do, as if he had just realized what Cheng Huilan and Lin Shangya had done.

Cheng Huilan, standing to the side, sobbed, "Your dear relatives want your son to never be able to take the imperial examinations again, and they want your daughter to never be able to marry into a good family in the capital. Do you really think we've done anything to her?"

This shamelessness was outrageous, but Lin Zhizhi was not angry. She just looked at her uncle indifferently.

The uncle moved his lips, as if he wanted to say something, but then looked at the man holding the machete beside him with some fear.

He dared not offend his brother-in-law, and worried about his son's future, so he could only say dryly, "Your aunt is right. No matter what, you shouldn't joke about your brother's future."

Cheng Huilan then said with satisfaction, "At least you still have some conscience. Did you hear me? If you know what's good for you, release us now, or when Lin Ye becomes the top scholar, I'll have him arrest you first."

The woman seemed to have heard the biggest joke in the world, and burst into laughter, saying, "If Lin Ye can become the top scholar, then my son can too. With his pig brain, he can't even do basic accounting, no wonder he's studied for so many years and still hasn't passed the county-level exam."

Cheng Huilan's face flushed with anger, and she started yelling at the woman again.

Lin Zhizhi looked at her uncle with only disappointment. Her last bit of hope had completely vanished. She had given him many chances, but she never expected that her uncle would be so incapable of distinguishing right from wrong.

She watched the two of them argue for the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, and now her mouth was even drier.

Lin Shangya could no longer pretend, and as if startled awake, she slowly opened her eyes.

She suddenly remembered something and whispered in Cheng Huilan's ear, "When we saw Lin Zhizhi, there seemed to be someone plotting something with her in the distance. I didn't see the person's face, but it looked like a woman. The woman seemed to be holding something in her arms. Could it be that Lin Zhizhi secretly took something from the mansion to sell?"

Her voice was low, but she made no attempt to hide it from others, as if she were telling her second aunt and uncle that Lin Zhizhi must have money on her.

This not only stopped Cheng Huilan from cursing, but the woman also looked at Lin Zhizhi with ill intent.

"You can search me, how come I don't know I have silver on me?" Lin Zhizhi was not afraid at all. "My parents work in the mansion. I advise you not to hurt me. You can go directly to the Prince's mansion and ask them for silver."

"Don't listen to her nonsense. If she goes back and tells them, your daughter-in-law will be gone." Lin Shangya said urgently, afraid that Lin Zhizhi would really run away.