The young woman, dressed in hempen mourning clothes, wept so pitifully that it stirred the hearts of many men nearby. They began to grow restless, though they still managed to hold back their impulses.
Beside her sat a wooden board with the words "Selling Myself to Bury My Father" scrawled on it. The handwriting wasn't exactly elegant, but it was neat; it looked as if it had been written with a charcoal stick.
"I beg you, kind sirs, please help me. I only wish to perform this final act of filial piety for my father..." The girl sobbed uncontrollably, pressing a handkerchief to the corners of her eyes. She kept her head bowed, and Zhao Yan had been watching for quite a while without ever seeing her face.
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