"Miss is a disciple of Dao Xuzi, perhaps your face could still be healed." Du Juan laughed, "However, those who serve by the Miss's side must sign a death pact, it all depends on your own final wishes."
"I am willing." Yingchun looked at Du Juan and nodded. With Du Juan there, she was no longer alone; thus, selling oneself into servitude was nothing to agonize over.
"Then rest for a while, I'll go and speak with Miss." Du Juan rose and left the room.
Yingchun felt as if it was all a dream; however, it soon became clear it was not when she heard the door open again and saw Yang Ruxin walk in.
"Do you truly want to follow me?" Yang Ruxin got straight to the point.
"Please take me in, Miss." Yingchun glanced at Du Juan before kneeling down. She had, in fact, grown up in luxury, but after her family met with a disaster, she had wandered alone for five years, experiencing the fickleness of human relationships; as a result, she had long since shed her pride.
