"Old lady, you... don't wrongly accuse me, I... I didn't have that intention!" the maid finally squeezed out a sentence.
"The hell with that! You didn't have that intention? If you were really afraid of someone stealing your silver, or that your father would die without a proper burial. Do you see that? What place is that across the street? That's the Yamen! You came to this street to sell yourself for your father's burial, thinking because it's near the Yamen, you just need to shout, and they'll come, right?"
"Now look what you've done, you don't ask for help from the officials at the Yamen, but you come begging us? And pretending to offer money, who dares to take your funeral silver? Who wouldn't be pointed at and have their spine broken later on? Who would dare to embezzle even a maid's money for her father's burial?"
