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127 Dumb Slave

Xia Jiuli ignored these slave owners. Since the Huadu was promulgated, the investigation has been completed. Now the slaves allowed to be bought and sold by the government are generally willing, or they are prisoners from other countries, as well as some exiled criminals.

Some people are willing to become slaves for Jiaji and then sell themselves. They usually sign a consent form before the transaction.

Most of them are prisoners from other countries, or some offenders who have committed crimes. These people do not need human rights and can trade at will.

When Xia Jiuli came here, many people's eyes were shiny. The slave owners were basically very attentive to please the people on their necks, while the slaves locked in cages had bright eyes, looking at most of them being prisoners from other countries and some people who had committed crimes.

If you can leave here with His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, it will be much better than staying here. I heard that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is extremely male-like, so some men with good looks began to pose.

Some even cast their eyes very explicitly.

Xia Jiuli ignored these people at all. These people were obviously not what she wanted. The existence she wanted could tell at a glance that the difference was different.

Looking around, Xia Jiuli kept searching in the underground slave market. She searched back and forth many times, and finally her eyes were fixed on a little boy locked in a cage.

She stopped and looked over with a touch of meaning.

The slave owner immediately started to run over quickly, with a diligent smile on his face, "Your Highness, who do you like? I will take it clean and send it to your East Palace directly."

Xia Jiuli stared at the little boy locked in the cage. She walked over and stopped in front of the cage, her eyes were full of fun: "How old are you?"

"Go back to the Crown Prince, he is twelve years old and just became an adult."

Xia Jiuli: "What kind of identity is it?"

The little boy was locked in the cage and looked at him quietly, as if he had become accustomed to this kind of treatment. Compared to other crying teenagers, his calmness in the cage attracted Xia Jiuli's attention in an instant.

She reached out and tapped the cage with her fingers. The boy who heard the sound turned his head and opened his mouth, but couldn't say a word.

The slave owner ran over quickly and opened the door of the cage directly. Xia Jiuli bent down and lowered, reached out and pinched the boy's chin, then twisted it hard, and the obsessive-compulsive boy spoke.

I realized that the boy's tongue was gone, not born, but a tongue cut by artificially cut.

Her eyes chilled: "You did it?"

The slave owner was so scared that he knelt down and kowtowed hard: "Your Highness, Cao Min never dares to do such things. Since you issued the law that you must not abuse slaves or sell slaves privately, almost no one dared to do this. Cao Min accidentally discovered this slave. He fell on the road and his body was covered in blood, his tongue had been cut off. When he was dying, I saved him."

"He couldn't tell where he came from, nor did he remember his identity. His Royal Highness also knew that those who were in our business were never good people. It was impossible for him to raise such a person for nothing, so he became a slave for sale."
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