Xiao Ting was curious about his determination not to be a slave. "Have you any idea how many people are dying for the opportunity to be a slave in the Prince's estate?"
Ma Xiang sneered. "Isn't a servant of the Prince's estate still a servant? As long as I'm a servant, my life and death are not up to me, let alone money. Whether I live or die, am honored or disgraced, it's entirely dependent on a word from my master. Although I love money, I love my civilian status more. Although I know that a commoner like me is like a mere ant in front of the Prince's estate, as long as I'm still an ordinary civilian, I'm at least an ant. After becoming a servant, I'll become even more lowly than trash."
Xiao Ting's expression turned ugly as he said, "Aren't you acting according to the wishes of me, a slave, now?"
Ma Xiang's expression froze as he immediately smiled ingratiatingly. "Sir Xiao Ting, I was just spouting nonsense! Please don't take it to heart."