The whole family of villains listens to my heart, the Regent Prince treats me dearly.

"Two thousand five hundred taels!"

The maidservant glared at them arrogantly.

Zhai Rong pulled at Jun Ce's sleeve, "Ah Xu, how about we forget about it? I don't really like that cloak either."

Spending so much money on something useless, isn't that just being a rip-off?

With so much money, what couldn't you do with it?

Jun Ce glanced at her, about to say something, when the maid saw that Zhai Rongyu was having second thoughts and assumed they had no money, so she sneered, "Can't keep up the act anymore, huh?"

She looked them up and down, her eyes full of disdain.

"Judging from your clothes, I can tell you're broke. What were you trying to prove earlier?"

Zhai Rongyu glanced at her and Jun Ce's attire.

They were both dressed casually today for convenience.

That's fine, she always goes for a light and simple style, commonly known as the "poor and shabby" style.

As luck would have it, Jun Ce was also dressed in night clothes today, and he certainly didn't look very wealthy.

Zhai Rong helplessly shrugged, feeling a sense of despair.

Okay, okay, you're the richest.

“Three thousand taels.” Jun Ce didn’t even look at them, his cold eyes meeting the one-eyed monk’s.

For some reason, the one-eyed monk felt a little scared.

He was secretly astonished.

He had roamed the ghost market for many years and seen countless demons and monsters, but he had never seen anyone so oppressive.

Just one glance from him made his heart pound.

This person must be someone of extraordinary status.

Seeing that they were still arguing, the maidservant became furious. "Don't be so ungrateful! If you keep driving up the price like this, I'm afraid you won't be able to afford it later!"

She turned to the one-eyed monk and said, "Hey, bald monk!"

The one-eyed monk frowned as he looked at the maid.

The maid didn't seem to realize she was being impolite at all, and said in a bossy tone, "You'd better watch out, don't let just anyone come to participate in the auction."

"If some penniless scoundrels ruin everything, let's see how you manage to do business!"

"Even if you manage to sell this cloak, it will all be for nothing."

She glared at Zhai Rongyu with a sharp look.

Zhai Rongyu: ?

No, what did I do to offend you?

Is being poor my fault?

Besides, this isn't your money. I don't know where you get the nerve.

Having roamed the ghost market for many years, the one-eyed monk naturally knew who was causing trouble and who was genuinely bidding.

His face darkened immediately, and he said to the maid, "In the Ghost Market, harmony is paramount. This young lady's tone is provocative; can she really come up with that much money?"

"If not, please ask your young lady to speak."

"If anyone tries to cause trouble, I will refuse to sell to them!"

"You!" the maid exclaimed angrily. "I'm speaking up for you, you bald monk, how dare you turn around and side with those two poor bastards!"

"Qinghe, you must not be rude."

The elegantly dressed girl finally spoke.

She glanced at the maid.

“Miss…” Qinghe pouted and shut her mouth, feeling a little aggrieved.

The girl looked up at the one-eyed monk and said, "My maid is straightforward, please don't take offense."

She turned around, looked Zhai Rongyu up and down, then fixed her gaze on Jun Ce, and chuckled lightly, “Gentlemen, there’s no point in arguing. How about I offer an extra thousand taels, giving you five hundred taels in return, and this cloak will be mine?”

Her smile seemed kind, but a hint of disdain flashed deep in her eyes.

Even a mere mortal dares to contend with her.

It's really overestimating one's abilities.

Zhai Rongyu keenly grasped her meaning; she had just wanted to advise Jun Ce to make a decision, but now she was suddenly aroused by her competitive spirit.

She tilted her head and smiled, "This young lady looks very wealthy and noble. Even if we raise the price to ten thousand taels today, I'm sure she can afford it."

“Of course,” the maid named Qinghe answered first, “It’s just ten thousand taels of silver, more than you could earn in half a lifetime, but our young lady was born with it.”

She snorted and raised her head.

Zhai Rong grinned, revealing her small white teeth and shallow dimples. "What a coincidence! We don't lack money either."

"However, it's not worth it for everyone to go to such lengths to afford a cape."

She took out a silver note worth ten thousand taels and shook it in front of everyone, and the maid Qinghe's face immediately changed.

This person looks poor, how could he have so much money?!

Zhai Rong put away the silver note and tucked it into her sleeve; the silver note quietly transformed into a talisman.

She raised an eyebrow slightly, her round almond-shaped eyes gleaming with mischievous light. "How about this, let's bet on something else."

"Whoever loses bids for the cloak and gives it to the winner free of charge, how about that?"

Zhai Rong twirled the ribbon at her waist with one finger, smiled slyly at the maid, half-closed her eyelids, and said leisurely, "If you don't dare to gamble, then we'll bid according to the rules."

Qinghe was indeed enraged. She exchanged a glance with her young mistress, and seeing the latter nod, Qinghe immediately jumped up and said, "What's there to be afraid of?!"

"I'm afraid you'll renege on your debt after you lose!"

Zhai Rongyu shrugged, ignoring her, and turned to ask the one-eyed monk, "Master, do you agree?"

"You're quite an interesting girl."

Seeing her friendly attitude, the one-eyed monk couldn't help but feel a sense of goodwill towards her. He laughed loudly and said, "Alright, if either of you loses the bet and no one else bids, you can buy this Righteousness Cloak for four thousand taels of silver."

The onlookers also cheered and supported it.

No one's raising prices anymore, but when it comes to gossiping, there are plenty of scoundrels everywhere.

The ghost market is a lively place, and they wouldn't want to miss out on something as fun as betting.

The crowd that had just dispersed halfway gathered around again.

Qinghe stepped forward, put her hands on her hips, and said loudly to Zhai Rongyu, "Speak, what do you want to bet?"

“Let’s bet on what this master doesn’t have.” Zhai Rongyu pointed to the one-eyed monk on the platform.

Everyone was puzzled.

This one-eyed monk has made so much money in the ghost market that he probably has everything. Even if he doesn't have something, he can buy it with money. What else could he possibly lack?

Qinghe was also puzzled, "What?"

Zhai Rongyu smiled slightly, "Hair."

"Let's bet on who has more hair."

"Hahahaha!" The onlookers burst into laughter, saying that today's commotion was truly entertaining!

The silverfish monster that had just spoken to Zhai Rongyu also came closer and excitedly flicked its tail.

This girl is truly wonderful!

It has been living on the dry seabed for so many years and has never been this happy!

Jun Ce lowered his eyes and chuckled softly, his cool face revealing a gentle warmth like jade, his eyes shrouding the girl before him with tender light.

He couldn't help but raise his hand and ruffle Zhai Rongyu's hair.

Yes, it's very lush.

They shouldn't lose.

Zhai Rongyu grabbed his hand and chuckled maliciously.

Jun Ce: ...

Why do I have a bad feeling?

Qinghe's expression was subtle as she looked at her young mistress, "Miss, this..."

The girl's expression changed slightly on her peony-like face, but she still nodded in agreement.

She raised her chin, her expression disdainful.

Her thick, black hair has been carefully protected since childhood. How could it be inferior to that of an ordinary person?

Qinghe instantly understood, but still looked at Zhai Rongyu with some doubt, "With so much hair, how are you going to decide the winner?"

"Are we supposed to count them one by one?"