The ring connects the past and present, the exiled prince worships me as a god

"It's all because of him that we've lost our source of income."

In the queue waiting for food, a ragged man stared at Qi Yu with fierce eyes.

"Second brother, eldest brother told us not to be impulsive. Perhaps there is still a chance to save everything."

"How can we save it? The people are being held in the county jail, and we don't know whether they are alive or dead. And the latest batch of goods, everything was fine before, but now not only do we have to hand over the money we earned before, but we also have to pay double the money. Third brother, I can't accept this." The man gritted his teeth, and a fierce light flashed in his eyes.

When it was his turn to get food, he became honest again. Looking at the spare ribs and meat given to each person in the bowl, he kept saying thank you and almost kowtowed to the ground with his head.

"Don't be impulsive. I know you want to avenge your brother, and I want to do the same. But that man is very skilled in martial arts, and you and I are no match for him." The man called the third brother forcibly dragged the man behind a dilapidated wooden house.

"Then do it in secret."

The man's eyes were vicious, and he raised his hand to reveal a sharp dagger hidden in his sleeve.

"Listen to me and take action tonight."

After the two men left by consensus, two other figures jumped down from the roof.

The two men were dressed identically, in black nightgowns, each with a sword at their waist. One of them, who was fairer in complexion, said, "It seems someone has already been made a scapegoat, and we don't need to do anything."

The darker man had a fierce look on his face. "That depends on whether they can accomplish their mission. If they are all useless, we have to add fuel to the fire."

In the place of exile, Qi Yu ate rice mixed with the aroma of meat in a bowl, and he ate two bowls, which was a rare occasion.

Zhao Li laughed at him, "I didn't expect you, a tall and thin guy, could eat so much."

Qi Yu didn't say anything. Whether in the capital or in exile, he had never been picky about food. It was just that he couldn't accept such a miserable situation at the beginning, but now he has gradually gotten used to it.

There's nothing wrong here.

"I'm going out tonight," he said to Zhao Li.

Obviously, he was asked to provide cover.

"Don't worry, you are now the benefactor of the entire Huai Village. No one will do anything bad to you. Just go ahead and feel free. But the county government dungeon is not a simple place."

Qi Yu nodded, "I will leave Jiang Zhi in the room and try to come back before dawn."

He had originally planned to wait until the magistrate had finished his trial tomorrow before going, but he was worried that the longer he stayed, the more trouble he would cause.

He always felt that Yu Wenzhen must be a cruel person since he could come up with a way to make a living by reselling children. He must not be alone in doing such a business. If his people found out that the plan was exposed, it would be harmful to those children.

He wanted to find those children as soon as possible so that if any of them were seriously ill, they could be treated in advance to avoid more tragic things from happening.

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-"Could this be the thing that is passed down from the legendary Great Jin in unofficial history?"

The owner of the antique shop was an old man with a bald head and a white beard. When he saw the teacup that Song Nian took out, his eyes lit up and he hurriedly put on his gold-rimmed glasses to observe it carefully.

"Yes, there are characters printed on the bottom of the teacup: Made in the Dajin Official Kiln."

The boss was very excited. He held the teacup in his hands for fear of dropping it, and placed it carefully on the exhibition stand, his eyes unwilling to leave it even for an inch.

"Girl, where did you get this?"

"It's been handed down from our ancestors."

She didn't understand the rules of selling antiques and didn't dare to speak carelessly.

The boss just nodded silently when he heard this, but it seemed that none of the antiques in his room were as valuable as the teacup in his hand.

"Good stuff, this is really good stuff. Forget it, you little girl, you are ignorant and used it to make tea. I won't bother with you. Tell me, how much do you want to buy it for?"

"You are an expert in this area, so please make an offer." Song Nian said sincerely.

Only then did Mr. Zhou turn around and look at her carefully. "Are you still a student?"

"I'm going to college."

"Lack of money?"

Otherwise, how could most people be willing to sell such a precious thing.

Song Nian nodded.

I didn't intend to deceive the old man.

But she was very curious. This old man knew at first sight that it was something from the Dajin Dynasty. Wasn't he afraid that it might be fake?

There are many antique shops around. She went to one just now. The person there didn't seem to be interested in the item, but he did give a price. However, she wanted to compare prices in other shops, so she went into this shop.

She raised an extra finger according to the price the boss had just given her.

"Five million?"

The old man raised his voice.

Song Nian was about to deny it. No, she meant fifty thousand. The boss just now gave forty thousand, saying that the quality of the teacup was not very high.

"Yes, although this isn't a royal artifact, it's inscribed with the words 'Da Jin Official Kiln' and has been preserved intact to this day. This is truly rare. I'll take this teacup and I'll have someone arrange for the payment to be paid to you."

In a short while, five hundred thousand arrived.

Song Nian was stunned. It had been less than five minutes since he'd walked in. This boss was incredibly prompt. A teacup like this, asking for half a million? If he could get one for Qi Yu's personal use, wouldn't the price be even higher?

"Thank you, boss. You are an open-minded person. Can I contact you again in the future?"

The boss originally thought that it was rare for Song Nian to have only one teacup, but this meant that she had more. His eyes lit up again, and he directly invited Song Nian to the private room on the second floor.

"Little girl, what does your family do? How come you have so many Dajin items?"

"My ancestors did do some archaeological work, but I'm not very talented and didn't learn anything, so..."

Song Nian looked away guiltily, but in the boss's eyes, it was seen as a sign of her guilt.

"It seems your ancestors were connoisseurs of valuables. It's a pity that you young people aren't interested in this and naturally don't understand." The boss didn't tease her. "To be honest, the National Museum is currently collecting artifacts from the Great Jin Dynasty. Although the Great Jin Dynasty is only mentioned in unofficial history, it truly existed. If we could find one or two artifacts, it would be a great addition to the museum."

"Isn't it a wild history? Does it really exist? Then is Qi Yu a real person?" Song Nian was very excited.

The boss was even more excited. "You also know about the extremely talented exiled prince in history? Come on, kid, tell me how much you know."

The boss looked at her with a kind and excited look, as if he was looking at his own granddaughter.

Song Nian didn't put on airs and told everyone what he had learned recently.

"I heard that he was exiled because he was framed for humiliating the imperial concubine and murdering his brother."

"Not only was the Lingnan region of exile remote, but it also coincided with a famine, with no vegetation growing."

"He was the target of several assassination attempts, and even the exiled yamen runners harassed him several times."

"Did he...really die in Lingnan?"

Although Song Nian had never seen Qi Yu's appearance, when he said these words, the silhouette of a young man in bright clothes and riding a horse appeared in his mind.

She was very nervous, fearing that if the old man nodded, it would mean that all her rescue efforts over the past few days were in vain.