Zhang Moyan didn't quite understand what this meant.

Xiao Xingyu sighed deeply and said regretfully, "To prevent their works from confusing the market in the future, we have a family rule. Unless we are the final winner, all the celadon porcelains fired by others must be destroyed by themselves during their lifetime."

"Ah?!" The little aunt's eyes almost popped out.

Xiao Xingyu rubbed his face and said, "Now that I've told you the secret of this place, it's worth it for you to get beaten up when you go back."

The little aunt immediately pouted when she was reminded of her sad story: "Why aren't you afraid? Aren't you afraid of being beaten? I know! You must be lying to me. We won't be beaten at all, right?"

"You wish!"

…

Xiao Xingyu and the little aunt were already arguing, but Zhang Moyan was still in a state of being unable to digest the stone she had eaten.

Everything is going to fall?!

Regardless of how valuable celadon porcelain has been throughout the ages and how rare it is to appear, just looking at its unparalleled and stunning beauty, how could anyone have the heart to create it, and... even more so... the creator has to do it personally?

How is this any different from killing your own child?

It's too cruel, too tragic, and requires too much courage...

Suddenly, she remembered Xiao Guotao throwing porcelain in the backyard of the kiln. No wonder the old man was so cruel to those exquisite porcelains. He must have known that if he couldn't master the craftsmanship of celadon glaze porcelain, one day he would throw away his most outstanding work.

She seemed to understand why Xiao Xingyu asked her not to take pictures of those pieces of celadon porcelain when she wanted to do so in the museum.