He Lianchen was surprised for a moment and then became excited: "Look, I kept refusing when I asked you to come out. Are you still sleepy now?"

"Sleepy."

“Isn’t it enough spirit to spend two hundred thousand taels?”

“Can you feel energetic just by holding money?”

..”

"Ms. Ye, are you also interested in classics?" Xi Liuyuan looked with dark eyes.

"That's right. If His Highness the Prince wants to increase the price, hurry up. I'm still waiting to go back and catch up on my sleep." After finishing speaking, Ye Qianning yawned lazily.

Lin Hui happened to walk up to Xi Liuyuan. When she heard this, she was extremely dissatisfied with Ye Qianning's contempt. In what capacity did she dare to talk to Prince Xilun like this?

"Two hundred thousand taels. Someone has offered two hundred thousand taels. Is there a higher price?" The steward scanned the crowd.

There are 100,000 people in Jianghu who can’t take pictures, let alone 200,000.

The price is 200,000 taels, and only a fool would buy an unknown small seal script.

There are too many powerful and aristocratic families in the four countries who don't know why a small seal script is so valuable, but they all know that the prince of Xilun will never take advantage of it.

A few people knew that the small seal script on the sea came from the Xuan family. Although they wanted to take a look, they gave up after the price exceeded 20,000.

Only those who knew the secrets of the Xuan family kept bidding.

Once the Prince of Xilun intervened, no one dared to jump around anymore. Unexpectedly, a young girl suddenly appeared and asked for a price of 200,000?

I don’t know which noble family’s lady she is, so reckless.

"Your Highness, won't you increase the price?" Ye Qianning asked lazily, holding her chin with her small hand and tilting her head.

Xi Liuyuan's eyes paused on her. He didn't know what he thought of, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth: "No more."

That smile is like a flash in the pan, or like a gorgeous firework that disappears in a blink of an eye, making people fondly remember it.

Lin Hui was very close to him, and could see the smile clearly in her eyes. Her breath was stagnant, and somewhere in her heart was beating wildly.

Ye Qianning was also stunned, and then frowned. Is she so funny?

There was a blur in front of his eyes, his sight was blocked by someone, and what came into view was the tall back of He Lianchen.

He Lianchen glared at Xi Liuyuan.

Xi Liuyuan didn't pay him any attention at all, and looked towards the audience.

Lin Hui didn't realize it until Xi Liuyuan looked down the stage, and saw that He Lianchen was blocking Ye Qianning from hating Xi Liuyuan. This was a complete warning. “Young prince, you are disrespectful to His Highness the Crown Prince.”

warn?

Why did he warn the prince of Xilun?

It is obvious that Ye Qianning has no self-awareness!

He Lianchen's hostile eyes moved to Lin Hui: "Who are you?"

“My young prince, are you considered a prince..”

“Lin Hui, you have no place to speak here.” Sang Yin scolded.

“Sister Yin..”

"Shut up."

Sang Yin’s face turned cold.

Lin Hui was angry and aggrieved, biting her lower lip, tears welling up in her eyes.

"If I hadn't seen you following the fifth princess, I would never have spared you." He Lianchen snorted coldly, turned around and looked at the audience. His position blocked the sight of the two of them.

Ye Qianning laughed softly.

“Two hundred thousand once.”

“Twice two hundred thousand.”

“Thirty thousand two hundred thousand, deal done!”

The final word is given.

Everyone's focus was on the final decision, and they just came back to their senses. They didn't expect that the Prince of Xilan would give in.

There was a lot of speculation about Ye Qianning's identity for a while, but... even the noble princess among the four kingdoms is not the prince of Xilun?

“Brother Qin, who on the fourth floor is the fifth princess of the royal family?” Song Yunlou, the lord of Song City, asked from the seat below.

Qin Huan, the owner of Zhuoran Village, didn’t pay attention at all: “Who is it?”