Burning down my ex-husband's house! I won't raise these bastard children anymore

Lin Panpan stared at the copper-green coins in the basket, her Adam's apple rolling unconsciously: "Can you bring a basket? I want to take a closer look."

The shopkeeper had quickly brought over a bamboo basket. Lin Panpan sat cross-legged on the faded straw mat, her fingertips brushing over the ancient coins.

The sunlight outside the window gradually slanted, stretching her shadow very long, but she was unaware of the passage of time.

In the corner, Gu Mobai leaned against a carved armchair, holding a yellowed ancient book between his slender fingers.

Bai Song leaned against the door frame, his mouth twitching:

"You two are quite interesting, one of you is busy searching for treasure, while the other is leisurely reading a book, without interrupting either.

You are really patient."

Gu Mobai kept flipping through the pages of the book. The corner of his eye swept over Lin Panpan, who was concentrating on picking out the money. A faint smile appeared on the corner of his lips. "What's the use of being anxious? It's worth waiting for something she likes."

He raised his eyebrows and looked at Gu Mobai, his eyes behind the glasses showing a hint of teasing:

"You really care about her!

Do you really want to marry her?"

Gu Mobai suddenly stopped closing the ancient book, his bony fingers pressing on the yellowed pages, and a cold look in his eyes when he raised his head.

He tilted his head and said:

"What do you mean? She is naturally my wife, what do you mean by wanting her or not?

I don't know what you're planning, but you'd better put away your thoughts. You can't afford the consequences of coveting my woman."

A cold laugh escaped Bai Song's throat. "Isn't this a fair competition between us? Are you losing your temper now?"

Gu Mobai lowered his eyes and stroked the edge of the ancient book and said:

"If you're determined to go against me, go ahead. Fair play? Sure.

But remember, don't cross the line, or I'll find out what you're doing.

I wouldn't mind finishing you off myself."

Lin Panpan spent the entire afternoon looking and found over 200 coins. She simply took out the money and said, "12.5 yuan, I'll pay you."

Bai Song quickly waved his hand and said, "Didn't we agree that it's my treat?"

Gu Mobai smiled and said:

"We can still afford this amount of money, and besides, antiques are not something you can just give away.

Bai Song, I feel that you are not suitable for the antique business. You'd better not do it, otherwise you will lose money."

The shopkeeper rushed out and shouted, "Hey, how can you talk like that? Our boss kindly invited you to come and play, but you have to say such hurtful things!"

Gu Mobai glanced at the entire antique shop and said:

"Bai Song, this shopkeeper doesn't even have the most basic eyesight."

He walked over to the Tang Sancai, and his bony fingers ran across the glaze, his fingertips instantly stained with an unusually bright stain of paint:

"Look at this dazzling color. How can authentic Tang Sancai, after thousands of years of oxidation, be so gaudy?

"Fifty thousand dollars for it? Fifty dollars would make it too big, and five dollars for a junk collector would make it too heavy!"

He turned and scanned the entire store, his leather shoes making crisp sounds on the blue bricks. "To tell you the truth, the only book in your store that's worth any money is this one in my hand."

He raised the ancient book in his hand and said, "This is a rare copy from the Song Dynasty, worth two thousand. As for the others..."

He glanced meaningfully at the shopkeeper's pale face:

"I just checked it for you, and it's all crudely made fakes.

You’re welcome, my wife and I are going to continue shopping.”

Bai Song stood there in shock. "You...what did you say? All the treasures I spent over a million on in this shop are fake?"

Gu Mobai pulled Lin Panpan out and said, "He's really not suitable for antiques."

Lin Panpan whispered softly:

“But his idea is quite good.

This place is equivalent to a private club, and it only entertains the rich and noble.

Maybe he really did it.”

Gu Mobai whispered:

"Some things should not be touched. He has many evil intentions and wants to bring foreign practices to China.

That's definitely not allowed. You absolutely cannot do anything illegal. That's the most basic thing."

Lin Panpan looked at him and said, "Oh! Gu Mobai, you are quite conscious!"

Gu Mobai pinched her face and said:

"That's natural, my awareness has always been high.

And I especially listen to my wife. I do whatever she tells me to do. Let’s continue shopping.”

Ye Qun hurried to Lin Panpan's side, her eyes gleaming with excitement behind her glasses. "Panpan! My dad has started deciphering the treasures of Nanzhao. Do you think there really is a legendary treasure hidden inside?"

Lin Panpan, who was leaning over to observe the patterns on the bronze tripod, straightened up and said, "How should I know? You rushed here in such a hurry, didn't you? Just to ask this, didn't you?"

Ye Qun lowered her voice and said:

"This time, my father is targeting the tomb of Prince Ning outside the Sixteen Prefectures of Yanyun.

It is said that this prince violated the etiquette during his lifetime and built a tomb that was even more magnificent than that of the emperor. The tomb passage was 400 meters long and was paved entirely with white marble from Kunlun Mountain.

On both sides are lined with life-size gilded warrior figurines, their armor alone inlaid with thousands of luminous pearls."

He spread out the map and said, "It's on the Black Wind Cliff at the edge of the Ulan Buh Desert. It's said that the dome of the underground palace is made of a single piece of nightshade stone, which can emit starlight at night."

Lin Panpan glanced at the tomb sign circled in red on the map and said coldly:

"Ye Qun, I'll say this one last time: tomb robbing is illegal.

Even if there were mountains of gold and silver in the mausoleum, I would not touch it."

Ye Qun said anxiously:

"Do you know what this means? The oil for the eternal lamp in the tomb passage alone is made from the tears of South China Sea mermaids!

Any burial object in the main coffin can provide us with a comfortable life for the rest of our lives!"

He suddenly grabbed Lin Panpan's wrist and said, "You have so many capable people under your command. If we work together from inside and outside, we can definitely..."

Lin Panpan shook off his hand and said:

"Absolutely not! Entering a tomb like this is filled with traps and traps, and if you get caught you'll be jailed for life.

Even if you succeed by chance, do you dare to take away these treasures that should belong to the country openly?

Ye Qun, stop it! Tomb robbing is never a shortcut to wealth; it's a path to self-destruction.

Ye Qun sighed and said, "Forget it... I'll find someone else."

After Ye Qun left, Gu Mobai whispered, "This guy is at the end of his rope..."

"Hmm? What do you mean?"

Gu Mobai thought for a moment and said:

“Ye Qun is now like a moth trapped in a spider web, the more she struggles, the tighter it gets.

Boss Ye has been pressing him hard lately to get him to marry Ye Zhiyi. I heard he's shut down most of his businesses and cut off all his funding.

"This kid is unwilling to be a puppet of the Ye family, and he set his sights on Prince Ning's tomb in order to launch a desperate counterattack.

Did he think that by getting the treasures in the tomb, he would have the capital to challenge Boss Ye?

"That's just wishful thinking. The numerous traps in the tomb passage alone are enough to prevent him from returning."

Gu Mobai pulled Lin Panpan and said:

"Not to mention the complex network of forces behind Boss Ye, the Southeast Asian smuggling chain, and the underground cultural relics black market—none of these links can be shaken by Ye Qun.

If this foolish boy really dares to betray Boss Ye, his bones will be crushed and fed to the dogs."