Chapter 163: Did Emperor Xia Suffer a Waterloo?
The auction was still in full swing.
From time to time, the Ninth Prince would dip into his pockets and buy some small trinkets.
None of it was related to cultivation, but none of it came cheap either.
If Emperor Xia were present, his blood pressure might just blast the nearest bystander into oblivion.
“The next auction item, Eight Treasures Chicken!” Ding ding ding!
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“The next auction item, Blood Dragon Fish!” Splish splash!
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“The next auction item…”
Watching item after item brought out from the Imperial Garden go under the hammer, Qin Bei’s face was lit up with a smile as bright as the sun.
He realized he had massively underestimated how wealthy these folks were.
Initially, he estimated around fifty million spirit stones, but he figured that at least had to be bumped up to sixty million spirit stones!
Absolutely set in stone!
But as these unique items from the Imperial Garden kept rolling out, the sharp-eyed among the crowd began to notice something was amiss.
Among them, the princes were the quickest to catch on.
Because they recognized these items; they’d seen them all in Emperor Xia’s Imperial Garden.
And if memory served, there were only these items found in the Imperial Garden of the palace in Great Xia.
Yet now, a flood of them was appearing, causing them to raise eyebrows in suspicion.
“Hiss~ Strange, why do the rare items here at the auction house overlap so heavily with what’s in my brother’s garden?”
The Ninth Prince was also scratching his head over this.
Now that he thought about it, many of the things he’d bought were things found in the garden.
He’d wanted them too, only to be firmly shot down by Emperor Xia.
“Maybe it’s just a coincidence, or perhaps Father thinks these are useless trinkets. Instead of letting them gather dust and rot in the garden, he might as well sell them, right?”
Qin Bei said bashfully from the side.
“Really? Though my brother’s a bit tight-fisted, I didn’t think he’d stoop so low!”
The Ninth Prince doubted it.
But just as he finished his thought, the next auction item announced by Concubine Fei sent a hush sweeping through the crowd.
“The next item is particularly special. I hope everyone remains calm and reassured. You can bid confidently; the owner of this item will not be causing trouble for anyone present.”
Concubine Fei said with a faint smile that could charm a snake.
Upon hearing this, the cultivators from below felt a wave of insult wash over them.
“What do you mean? The owner is coming for trouble? How many in here lack backing in Great Xia? Are they supposed to be scared of a knock on the door?”
“That’s right, there’s a mountain of big sect members and royalty in here. How tough could the owner of this item be? Do we really need a warning?”
“Really didn’t expect the Langya Pavilion auction house to stoop to this kind of pretentious nonsense. Who cares? The item needs to be good for us to part with our spirit stones!”
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Listening to the chatter from below, Concubine Fei was entirely unfazed. These brash fellows had no idea how serious things were. Once she unveiled the whole truth, they’d surely understand and think twice before speaking so smugly.
“This item is clothing worn by the current Emperor of Great Xia! That’s right, the clothing worn by our wise and mighty Emperor Xia! And it’s not just any clothing, it’s his personal undergarments!”
As Concubine Fei introduced this item with the same seriousness as if she were discussing a national treasure, the clamoring crowd fell absolutely silent.
They stared at her with wide, strange eyes.
Is this still the goddess they revered?
How dare she utter such brazen words?
Clothing worn by the current Emperor of Great Xia? And personal undergarments at that?!
What the heck!?
When did Langya Pavilion become this audacious?
Throwing around the Emperor’s name like it’s confetti? Did the big brother Emperor Xia even give his blessing?
“Miss Fei, stop joking. It’s clear this is just a plain piece of attire, yet you claim it’s Emperor Xia’s personal undergarments? You can’t treat us like fools!”
Someone in the audience countered immediately.
Because the clothing brought out was just the most basic undergarment imaginable. Were they really expected to believe it belonged to the Emperor?
What kind of person is the current Emperor? He’s the ruler of Great Xia; would he wear such basic attire?
Even if everyone knew the Emperor was frugal, it must have some style or texture, right?
There must be a dragon pattern, right? A symbol of his status!
“Miss Fei, please, no more jokes. If you say it’s your undergarment, at least show us proof yourself right here.”
“Exactly! How about Miss Fei auction off your own undergarments?”
In a massive auction house, you could always count on a few clueless individuals.
Local spectators glanced at the two leering outsiders ogling Concubine Fei on stage, pity evident in their eyes.
And sure enough, the next moment, an invisible force surged forth.
The two leering individuals found themselves airborne before being unceremoniously thrown out of the auction house.
In this situation, Concubine Fei didn’t spare them a glance or utter an explanation. But everyone understood.
This is Langya Pavilion’s auction house, where jokes are welcome, but nonsensical and rude jokes are unwelcome.
Otherwise, Langya Pavilion would gladly show everyone involved just why it’s so formidable.
“Hehe, Miss Fei is aware of everyone’s doubts. Presenting an undergarment and claiming it’s worn by the current Emperor? Understandably, people wouldn’t easily believe. But don’t worry, Miss Fei has other items to prove it’s true.”
After finishing her words, she gently waved her hand, and a mountain of items appeared simultaneously.
“This is the Dragon Couch used by the Emperor of Great Xia for thousands of years. Although it may not be made of any unique material, the Xia Emperor is a mighty saint. I don’t even need to explain the benefits of something he’s used for thousands of years.”
“And this incense burner is also from the Emperor’s Nurturing Residence. While it looks ordinary, the incense he burns is anything but. I’d wager it’s all ceremonial-grade. After a millennium of use, this burner emits a fragrance even without incense. It aids sleep and steadies the mind during cultivation with many functions.”
“And this table? Also from the Nurturing Residence.”
“And this chessboard and these chess pieces? These are what the Emperor uses regularly.”
“And this, the clothes rack! Though it appears to be a regular rack, it is used by the Emperor for storing his dragon robes. Its significance is understood by all who know.”
“And this…”
Concubine Fei’s introductions left the crowd utterly speechless.
Is this an auction? It felt like a complete raid on the Emperor’s Nurturing Residence!
And starting from the Dragon Couch, they had already begun believing what Concubine Fei said.
Because there truly are dragon patterns on the couch, the most special kind, representing the royal line of the Great Xia family.
In Great Xia, this dragon pattern could only be utilized by Emperor Xia himself.
Anyone else not yet living their limit would never dare to touch it.
“Now, I think everyone should be able to believe Miss Fei’s words, right? These items indeed belong to the current Emperor of Great Xia at his Nurturing Residence.”
“The starting price? Ten million spirit stones!”
Concubine Fei offered a relatively conservative price.
Yet even so, not a soul dared to place a bid.
Seeing this, Qin Bei frowned in the auction room.
Could he have misjudged? Was his father’s reputation in Great Xia truly just that average?
With all these marvelous items—genuinely good chessboards and pieces—if sold separately, they’d fetch a few million easily.
And with so many of the Emperor’s belongings, nobody would even bid ten million?
Did his father just suffer a Waterloo?
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