Miao Tianxiang saw Ye Xunmei across from her, looking old and worn, and then looked at her own disheveled appearance. She couldn't help but laugh; her mindset was completely different from before.

Ye Qingqing also sensed the change in Miao Tianxiang. To use jewelry as an analogy, Miao Tianxiang used to be a sparkling diamond, always the focus of attention wherever she went. But now, Miao Tianxiang has become a warm and lustrous piece of mutton fat jade, no matter the occasion.

At first glance, it may not be eye-catching and cannot compare to the dazzling brilliance of diamonds. However, while diamonds can cause eye discomfort when viewed for a long time, mutton fat jade becomes more and more comfortable to look at.

Miao Tianxiang is now like this mutton fat jade, as if she has attained enlightenment and no longer pursues superficial extravagance.

"I just heard you talking about cups, what cups?"

Miao Tianxiang asked curiously. She had vaguely heard it earlier and was quite interested. Ye Qingqing didn't know, but she knew Ye Xunmei. A treasure that could make Ye Xunmei praise it must be extraordinary.

“A friend of my grandmother asked me to authenticate two small cups; one is a high-quality fake, and the other is genuine,” Ye Qingqing explained.

She then looked at Ye Xunmei and asked, "How much is the real one worth?"

Miao Tianxiang saw the wooden box and reached out to take it, but Ye Xunmei quickly stepped forward to protect her, constantly nagging, "Be careful, be careful, don't touch it."

"What kind of treasure is it? Look at it like this."

Miao Tianxiang glared at him, her curiosity growing. What kind of rare treasure was it?

"The Chenghua chicken cup, do you remember that priceless cup from last year's Jiasheng Auction House? You even asked me what kind of cup it was. Well, this box contains a sibling of that cup, from the same batch of official kilns."

As soon as Ye Xunmei finished speaking, Miao Tianxiang's hand trembled, and she almost dropped the box. Ye Xunmei was startled and quickly hugged the box, giving her a reproachful look, "Money is a small matter, but this cup is extremely rare. Once it's broken, it's gone forever. No matter how much money you have, you can't buy it again."

Miao Tianxiang hurriedly handed the box to Ye Xunmei, afraid that she might slip it. Money was indeed a small matter, but many treasures were priceless.

Ye Qingqing was itching to try it. Could a priceless treasure be worth more than a million?

"Can you give me a real price? How much is it really worth? I'm really curious," Ye Qingqing urged.

Ye Xunmei carefully placed the box on the table before saying, "Last year, Jiasheng Auction House (fabricated) auctioned a chicken cup that was exactly the same as this one. However, that one was in good condition and sold for a record price of more than 22 million Hong Kong dollars, which is the highest price ever paid for porcelain."

'Clang'

Ye Qingqing lost her balance and fell to the ground, chair and all. Ye Xunmei quickly picked up the box and scolded, "Fall further away, don't bump into the table."

"Look at what you're saying. No matter how precious the cup is, it's not as precious as a person." Miao Tianxiang rolled her eyes at him. He was incredibly stupid. The little girl didn't get along with this old man to begin with, and he couldn't even speak properly.

The usually shrewd Ye Xunmei was oblivious this time, retorting, "A broken leg can grow back, but a broken cup can never be put back together."

Miao Tianxiang glared at him fiercely, thinking he was getting dumber with age, and decided to give up.

Ye Qingqing wasn't angry. She even thought that the old scumbag had told the truth this time. The cup, which cost more than 20 million, was only slightly larger than a wine cup, and it was indeed more valuable than her leg.

Sister Wang's husband really has a keen eye; he left such a precious legacy for his wife and children.

"How much can this broken one sell for? Will it still be worth half?" Ye Qingqing asked with concern.