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

Zhou Bo understood instantly, well, whatever he said was just an excuse, all lies.

He looked at the more than a hundred items neatly arranged and classified in the entire storage room. After more than an hour of observation, he confirmed that half of them were engraved with the words of the Dajin Dynasty, and the other half were ordinary household items.

But both the material and the texture can prove that it is an object from thousands of years ago.

"I can't handle it all by myself, do you mind if I invite a few more friends?"

Song Nian didn't mind. Antiques didn't require identification, and she wasn't afraid of being checked. Today was a rare opportunity, and if she could sell everything at once, it would save her trouble later. Qi Yu needed a lot of supplies to restore Huai Village, so she had to prepare more money in advance to buy them.

"Okay, I'll do it right away."

Uncle Zhou immediately contacted his friends in the circle and museum staff.

Zhou Bo was a cautious and thoughtful person. In order not to reveal Song Nian's identity, he first asked someone to find a high-security truck, then had someone carefully move the things onto the truck, and transported all the items to his personal studio.

At one o'clock in the morning, a museum director, a local collector, and various antique masters, a total of eight people, looked at the 132 antiques on the ground, their eyes shining.

"Old Zhou, where did you get so many antiques?"

"If all these can be put in the Dajin exhibition area of ​​the museum, what will our museum have to worry about?"

"No, I have to transfer all the money from my overseas account. Wait for me, wait for me."

Seeing these experts so excited, Song Nian couldn't help laughing out loud.

Everyone turned around and saw Song Nian was so young, and they couldn't help but ask, "Old Zhou, who is this little girl..."

"She...didn't you see?"

Everyone was stunned.

I have never seen this before. What is this Mr. Zhou talking about?

But soon, someone with sharp eyes looked at Song Nian carefully for a while and asked, "You look familiar. Are you Bai Wan's daughter?"

Before Song Nian could answer, Zhou Bo made the final decision, "Yes, she is Bai Wan's daughter!"

For a moment, everyone looked at her with awe.

Song Nian's body stiffened, and she didn't know what to say for a long time. She looked at Zhou Bo helplessly.

Uncle Zhou just smiled and told everyone not to scare the little girl, and then everyone hurried to explore the antiques.

Song Nian couldn't help but pull Zhou Bo aside and said, "Uncle Zhou, does everyone here recognize my mother? What's going on?"

"Oh, I'll tell you more about this later when I have a chance. Don't delay me from choosing something good."

If he had known these people were coming, he would have hidden the good stuff first, and now he has to fight with them for it.

Uncle Zhou muttered, "Your own mother, you really don't know anything?"

Song Nian's mind became more and more confused, she really didn't know.

The mother in my memory was just like an ordinary housewife. Apart from taking care of her and Song Jin's daily life, there seemed to be nothing special about her.

Except for the first two years before her death, she seemed to be particularly busy, then she suddenly fell seriously ill and eventually died in a car accident.

At the funeral, there were indeed many unfamiliar faces and some people wearing black clothes, but she was young at the time and could only cry loudly, and had no idea who those people were.

Well, it seems I will have to find another opportunity to ask about my mother later.

In the end, each person was allocated five items engraved with the words "Da Jin" and eleven ordinary items. After fierce debate, the remaining four items were finally allocated to Zhou Bo, with the museum being responsible for exhibiting two.

According to the estimated value of each item, Song Nian's bank account received a ten-digit amount...

Song Nian couldn't count it for a long time.

More than a billion...

She suddenly became one of the richest people on the Forbes list.

"Old Zhou, you have to protect this little girl."

"Yes, my friend, be careful when you go out in the future and don't be too low-key."

"If you have any more Dajin antiques in the future, please contact us. You don't need to go through Lao Zhou."

Before the bosses left, they all exchanged contact information with Song Nian. Although they spent a huge amount of money, they all left with a smile.

Song Nian sent them out one by one. It was clearly Mr. Zhou's personal studio, but she acted as if she was the owner.

Uncle Zhou was so considerate that he even offered her some tea. "How are you? Are you exhausted? Do you want to hear some more good news?"

Song Nian slumped in the chair, and he didn't even have time to change out of his dress. He was indeed very tired.

She lacked interest. "How about Uncle Zhou, let's talk about it tomorrow?"

Zhou Bo didn't intend to let her go, "No, I can't help it, I have to say it now."

Zhou Bo took out the bamboo slip she had given him a few days ago and said, "It has been confirmed that the handwriting on it was indeed carved by Qi Yu, the deposed Crown Prince of the Great Jin Dynasty, but..."

He emphasized, "There's no record in history books of Qi Yu, the deposed crown prince, making or carving any plows during his exile. And you see, my friend, after this modification, this plow is surprisingly 70% similar to the old plow from over a decade ago. A gap of nearly a thousand years is simply impossible! So..."

Uncle Zhou stared into Song Nian's eyes, extremely serious and solemn. "My friend, how did Qi Yu's handwriting appear in your hands? Where did this thing come from?"

Song Nian, who had kept his eyes closed, felt a tremor in his heart.

Has it still been discovered?

How about she pretend to sleep for a while?

Or, in the unofficial history, there actually were time travelers in the Great Jin Dynasty?

"Maybe it's a coincidence?" Song Nian asked tentatively, his voice was weak and he didn't dare to look at Zhou Bo with his eyes open.

Zhou Bo suddenly shouted, "Yes, there are coincidences like this in history. In the 1990s, a wine bottle-like object from the Qianlong period was discovered. Three years ago, Chinese archaeologists discovered a Gomoku chess game from the Qin Shihuang era. Perhaps all of this is just coincidence. If that's the case, if the Jin Dynasty hadn't perished, it would have been hundreds or even thousands of years ahead of history! What a pity."

Hearing Zhou Bo say this, Song Nian almost couldn't help but burst out laughing.

She also asked, "So, the deposed crown prince was indeed extremely intelligent, and it was a pity that he died young. So, Uncle Zhou, did Qi Yu leave no descendants? Did he...ever get married?"

These words seemed to stump Zhou Bo.

But soon, he burst into laughter.

"It turns out that my friend is also a layman."

"Huh? ...What does Uncle Zhou mean by this?"

"It seems that you are paying special attention to this because you saw the appearance of the deposed crown prince on the Internet, right?"

As soon as he said this, Song Nian's face turned red and his heart beat wildly.

What should I do if someone talks about me?

Those people on the Internet were just attracted by her looks, but she was actually in contact with Qi Yu and they fell in love over time.

Well, even though it's unrequited love.

"So, can Qi Yucheng get married, or leave behind a child?"

Seeing her genuine curiosity, Zhou Bo sat up straight, "In history, Qi Yu was extremely famous and outstanding. He was named Crown Prince very early on. The Emperor and the court officials did indeed advise him to appoint a Crown Princess early on. The Imperial Concubine also selected outstanding maids and sent them to the Crown Prince's room several times. I heard that once..."