The Cold-Faced God of War's Favored Concubine Is Not to Be Tried

Nan Feng stood on the auction table, holding a delicate porcelain bottle in his hand. The bottle body was shining with a faint luster. He smiled and introduced it to the guests present:

"Dear distinguished guests, our first auction item today is an extremely precious ointment - scar removal ointment. This ointment is made from dozens of rare herbs and is carefully brewed. It has a magical scar removal effect. Whether it is an old scar or a new scar, just apply this ointment and it will gradually fade within a few days until it disappears without a trace."

Nan Feng paused and continued, "The scar removal cream has far more benefits than this. It can also nourish the skin, making it smooth and delicate, and radiant with natural radiance. The production process of this ointment is complicated, and the raw materials are scarce. Each bottle is hard-earned. Therefore, its starting price is set at 50,000 taels of silver, and each bid increase must not be less than 1,000 taels."

As Nan Feng finished speaking, the entire auction hall suddenly became lively. Guests were discussing this magical ointment. Some were amazed at its scar removal effect, while others were surprised by its price. However, for those who really needed it, the price was worth it.

After Nanfeng finished speaking, he waited for a long time but no one wanted to apply the scar cream!

Nan Feng stood on the auction table, his eyes swept across the silent auction hall. Although he kept smiling, he knew in his heart that this "scar cream" was precious and unique, and he didn't believe that no one present was interested in it. However, the silence at this moment made him realize that everyone was waiting for the best time to make a move.

Time seemed to have frozen. Nan Feng coughed lightly and was about to announce the recommendation of the second auction item when suddenly, a crisp voice came from Room 01 on the second floor: "Wait, I'll bid!"

Nan Feng was slightly startled, and then a brighter smile appeared on his face. He turned to the second floor, his eyes fixed on the half-open door of Room 01, as if he could see the mysterious bidder through the door.

"Well, it seems there are still people who know what's good." Nan Feng said with a smile, and then he began to count loudly: "Fifty thousand taels of silver, the first time!"

The auction hall fell into silence again, with only Nan Feng's voice echoing. He waited, expecting someone to raise the price again. However, after a while, no one spoke.

"Fifty thousand taels of silver, the second time!" Nanfeng's voice sounded again, his eyes still fixed on the direction of Room 01 on the second floor.

When Nanfeng was about to shout "the third time", suddenly, a clear and firm female voice came from the third floor: "One hundred thousand taels!" This sudden increase in price caused an uproar in the originally quiet auction hall.

"Who is this? He increased the amount by five thousand taels at once!" someone whispered, with a look of surprise on his face.

"Those living in the building are all powerful people, so let's talk less." Another person echoed, his eyes involuntarily looking towards the third floor.

Nan Feng was also stunned for a moment, but soon regained his composure. He smiled and looked towards the third floor, and confirmed loudly: "The guest on the third floor offered 100,000 taels. Is there anyone willing to increase the price?"

The auction hall fell into a brief silence again. Obviously, this price had exceeded many people's expectations. But Nan Feng knew that such auction items would always attract those who truly understood their value.

"One hundred thousand taels, the first time!" Nanfeng began to count again.

This time no one raised the price. Apparently the price was already high enough to keep everyone else away.

"One hundred thousand taels, the second time!" Nanfeng's voice echoed in the auction hall.

Still no one responded, and everyone held their breath, waiting for the final deal.

When the atmosphere in the auction hall reached its climax, a voice suddenly came from Room 201 on the second floor: "One hundred and twenty thousand taels!" This price increase once again caused a commotion in the venue. People began to talk about it, wondering who this buyer on the second floor was and why he was willing to pay so much.

However, before Nanfeng could open his mouth to confirm the price increase, the woman on the third floor responded quickly. Her voice was firm and clear: "Two hundred thousand taels!" The whole audience fell silent in an instant, and everyone was shocked by this astonishing price.

Obviously, the woman on the third floor did it on purpose. She didn't want the buyer on the second floor to easily get this precious "scar cream". This way of raising the price was clearly a provocation to the buyer on the second floor. Either he had no chance to bid for the scar cream, or he had to spend a lot of money to bid for it!

Nan Feng was also stunned for a moment, but he quickly regained his composure. He looked deeply in the direction of the woman on the third floor, and was full of curiosity about her identity and intentions. Then, he confirmed loudly: "The guest on the third floor offered 200,000 taels. Is there anyone who can offer a higher price?"

The auction hall was completely silent, and no one raised the price. Obviously, this price had exceeded everyone's expectations and became an insurmountable threshold.

The buyer of Room 201 on the second floor seemed to be frightened by the sudden high price and did not react at all.

As Nan Feng's auction hammer fell, the bottle of "scar cream" was finally sold at a high price of 200,000 taels. The whole audience burst into warm applause and cheers, and people cast admiring glances towards the woman's room on the third floor.

In room 201, light shines through the delicate window lattices onto the two men. They sit side by side, looking out the window, but their minds are obviously not on the distant scenery.

One of the young men clenched his fists, and the veins on the back of his hands bulged, revealing his inner excitement and anger. His voice was full of determination and unwillingness: "Dad, the Yu family and the Prime Minister's Mansion are too rampant." His tone revealed a strong dissatisfaction with the current situation and a deep understanding of those people. "It's fine that they made Yin'er like this, but now they have even blocked Yin'er's escape route!"

The two people are the Duke of the Duke's Mansion and his second son Liu Zhiyong!

Liu Gaoqiang stretched out a hand, gently pressed it on his son's shoulder, and said in a low and serious voice: "Zhiyong, please keep your voice down, so as not to cause unnecessary trouble to those who have ears on the other side of the wall."

Liu Gaoqiang, the once powerful Duke, now looked extremely depressed and self-blaming. He frowned, his eyes full of regret and anger at his own incompetence.

"It's all my fault that I can't even come up with this little money!" Liu Gaoqiang's voice was low and trembling. He clenched his fists, as if he wanted to vent all his anger and helplessness. He knew very well that the tragedy of his daughter Liu Yin being disfigured five years ago was inextricably linked to the Yu family and the Zuo family, but he could do nothing about them.

Liu Zhiyong stood aside, his eyes firm and angry. He looked at his father's old and helpless face, and an indescribable pain surged in his heart. He knew very well that his father had paid too much for the family and his daughter. In order to treat Liu Jiayin's facial scars over the years, the Duke's Mansion has been emptied! They also ran around to try their luck at this auction! Unexpectedly, the Yu family did not give them a way out! Without giving his sister a way out, is his sister going to live in pain all her life?

"Dad, how can I blame you for this!" Liu Zhiyong's voice was firm and powerful. He walked to his father and held his hand tightly. "This was all done by those despicable people from the Yu and Zuo families! They have ruined my sister's life. It's been five years, and my sister has been tortured for five whole years! I will never let them go!"

When Liu Gaoqiang heard his son's words, a gleam of relief flashed in his eyes. He knew that his son was right. The Yu family and the Zuo family were indeed the initiators of this tragedy. However, he also knew that it was not easy to deal with these two families. They were powerful and had the support of the court behind them. To move against them was like hitting a rock with an egg.