No one fancied the broken vase; even a thousand was considered too expensive for it, let alone a family heirloom.
Everyone attending the auction in the Imperial Capital today was a high-ranking official or a person of privilege; there were no commoners. No one was interested in the broken vase, and hardly anyone made a bid.
The owner of the heirloom, standing on stage with the vase, looked extremely embarrassed, fearing that no bids would come in.
Just then, a childish, cool voice emerged. Su Chaoyang stretched out his fair, lotus-root-like little arm, raising his bidding sign high, and said, "One hundred thousand and ten cents."
PFFT!
Ye Junqing was drinking tea and choked on it. He looked down at the little treasure in his arms, not knowing whether to cry or laugh.
Everyone tried to hold back their laughter and looked in the direction of the voice.
