"Crack!"
Amidst the discussions among the crowd, in Box Number Seven, the tea cup that Nie Yuan had just picked up was crushed into pieces by his grip.
He only felt a bit stifled and extremely frustrated.
Ji Chen, that opportunistic fellow, was showing off by bidding on behalf of the Eldest Princess, putting on airs in front of him. Yet, he couldn't openly expose him, fearing to offend the Eldest Princess.
This kind of feeling made Nie Yuan feel as disgusting as if he'd swallowed a pile of flies.
"Sixty thousand... one thousand Spirit Stones!"
He took a deep breath and, in a low voice, announced another price.
Clearly, this was his actual limit.
If Ji Chen continued to bid higher, no doubt Nie Yuan would have to concede.
Though unwilling, when he thought of the real competitor being the Eldest Princess rather than Ji Chen, the wastrel, he felt somewhat relieved.
At least he didn't truly lose to Ji Chen.
