The good princess Chi Lian was not the only eager eyed person in the crowd with glittering eyes and itchy fingers. The collectors with heavy pockets were regretting so much why the treasures had not been put up for sale.
Now, they would go into the royal vault to collect dust forever. If not, they would be put on display in museums for educational purposes. To them, this was a waste.
The fan would serve a better purpose in the hands of one the many noble ladies, used as a sign of their prestige and to fend of the heat.
Prince Long Bo's phone that was set on vibration was tickling him from deep inside the pockets of his royal uniform. He did not need to guess what all the excitement was about.
Another part of the stage rose, bringing another treasure on display. This one was large, as big as two oval tables that could fit twenty four people. It was a colossal tortoise shell with unfamiliar carvings. It's gigantic size made people stand, gasp or scream.
