In no time at all, the two people fighting for the pearl had driven the price up to one hundred fifty thousand taels of silver.
In Qi Yue's eyes, even though the pearl was large, to call it a panacea for calming the mind and settling fright seemed a bit of an overstatement; her own prescription medicine, which cost just a silver note or two, would do better.
But watching the two quarreling was indeed quite amusing.
One cursed your mother, while the other cursed your father, relentlessly matching each other, neither giving an inch.
Both were determined to get that pearl.
Amid the fierce bidding, their voices gradually returned to normal, and even their wigs had been pulled off.
Qi Yue became more certain that one of the shorter figures was Song Gensheng.
Since she recognized him, she wouldn't let him keep fighting over a pearl; as it happened, she had two large boxes in her space.
Though not as large as this one, they were sufficient for either ornamentation or medicinal use.
