The Fourth Prince was gnashing his teeth in anger, yet he had to call out right away because he was afraid that if he delayed, the detestable woman in the second-floor private room would buy it.
The Fourth Prince's face turned livid: "Two million and one tael."
Sitting in the second-floor private room, Xuexue called out again: "Three million taels of Silver."
Long Rui watched his wife enjoy herself and picked up a handkerchief to affectionately wipe the sweat off her forehead, smiling as he said, "Wife, don't get the Fourth Prince so angry he dies."
Xuexue picked up her teacup, took a small sip, and said, "It's better if he dies, leaving him alive is just trouble."
Indeed, now that the Fourth Prince is practicing Evil Cultivation, he's killed so many people, if he succeeds, even more will die.
