After obtaining permission, the bodyguards opened the exquisite wooden boxes in their hands. Antique calligraphy and paintings fell to the ground one after another. Since they couldn't be broken, they simply poured gasoline on them and lit them up.
Xing Wudi did not care at all as he looked at the destroyed treasures. Instead, he looked at Feng Qing lovingly, the love and arrogance in his eyes not concealed at all.
Seeing this scene, all the guests were shocked. Something worth ten billion was smashed just like that? Moreover, it was all because of Feng Qing's words? From this man, everyone saw a famous story from Xia country's ancient times—the beacon fire played with the vassals just to make the concubine smile.
What Xing Wudi was doing now was exactly the same as the incompetent emperor in the past. Xing Wudi asked Feng Qing, "How is it? Are you satisfied?"
