June 14th.

As dawn broke, the square outside the South Palace was already bustling with people and extremely noisy.

Tens of thousands of people gathered here, waiting for the sale of tickets for the Games.

As with previous Royal Games, eighteen ticket booths were set up in the square, arranged in order of seating and price.

Before long, under the expectant gazes of the people, the clerk in charge of selling tickets, escorted by a squad of soldiers, arrived at the square, and ticket sales officially began.

At the front of the ticket booth, a young man from Jiangdong, who was first in line, happily approached the ticket seller and took out his money bag.

"Give me twenty tickets for the first row!"

The ticket seller glanced at the person indifferently: "The rules state that each person can only buy a maximum of two tickets!"

The Jiangdong youth was stunned: "What? There's actually such a rule?"

The ticket seller said, "That's right. If only a few people buy all the tickets, what about the others?"

The young man from Jiangdong nodded: "Oh, okay then, give me two!"

"Two ten-thousand-coin bills!"

As the ticket seller spoke, she took out two tickets and handed them to the man.

The young man from Jiangdong was aware of the ticket price, so he didn't say much, paid the money readily, and left.

Unlike the last Royal Games, this time, after deliberation, the officials deliberately raised the price of front-row tickets to enhance the sense of superiority among the wealthy young men, while the price of back-row tickets remained unchanged.

The result was quite pleasing; the price difference made those privileged young men truly enjoy themselves.

The pursuits of the wealthy are sometimes so simple, yet so incomprehensible.

Ticket sales are still underway.

An hour later, the lines in front of the various ticket booths not only did not decrease, but instead grew longer and longer.

It was noon when Chen Xing and the others finally arrived at the square.

"My God, there are so many people?"

"Yes, if we want to buy them, how long will it take?"

Looking at the long queue in the square, Chen Xing's friends couldn't help but click their tongues in amazement.

Chen Xing laughed and said, "It's alright, just watch me!"

Immediately, Chen Xing looked at the crowd around the square and shouted, "This young master needs five first-row tickets, ten thousand coins each. Anyone who has them, come quickly!"

Those around who heard the shouts all turned to look at Chen Xing.

Facing the gazes of the crowd, Chen Xing stood there with a smile on his face, a smug look on his face.

However, after a short while, the smile on Chen Xing's face gradually disappeared. Not only did no one come over, but he also felt that the people around him were looking at him as if he were an idiot.

For a moment, Chen Xing stood there awkwardly, wanting to continue shouting, but afraid of being ridiculed.

A friend said, "Brother Chen, let's go queue up. People who can afford front-row tickets aren't short of money!"

"Oh, okay!"

Chen Xing nodded blankly and had no choice but to walk with his friends towards the long queue. He began to wonder why the ticket scalpers had suddenly disappeared this time.

"Hey, Brother Chen, why are those two ticket booths empty?"

As the group walked, a friend pointed to the two ticket booths on the east side of the first row.

"Oh? Let's go take a look!"

Seeing the empty ticket booth, Chen Xing's expression changed, and he walked over.

Upon approaching, Chen Xing stepped forward and asked, "Can we sell tickets for the first row here?"

"Of course, I have rows one through ten here!" the ticket seller replied.

Chen Xing's face lit up with joy: "That's good, there are five of us, so we'll need five tickets!"

"Sure!" The ticket seller nodded with a smile. "Five hundred coins each, five tickets for a total of two thousand five hundred coins!"

"So cheap?"

Chen Xing was slightly taken aback upon hearing this, and then quickly took out his money pouch.

The ticket seller took out five tickets and looked at Chen Xing with a smile: "By the way, show me your sergeant's tag so we can make a record!"

"A sergeant's tag? What sergeant's tag?" Chen Xing was stunned again.

Ticket seller: "Hmm? Could it be that you and the others aren't soldiers?"

Upon hearing this, Chen Xing shook his head: "No!"

Upon hearing this, the ticket seller's smile vanished instantly, and she glared coldly at Chen Xing, reprimanding him:

"You are not soldiers, so why are you buying tickets here? Don't you know this place only serves military personnel?"

Chen Xing hurriedly explained, "I...we really didn't know!"

The ticket seller waved his hand impatiently: "Alright, hurry up and go where you're supposed to be. Don't cause trouble here, or the people from the Sili government office might come and arrest you!"

"Okay!"

Upon hearing this, Chen Xing and his companions were startled and quickly turned and slunk away.

After noon, as the Imperial Guards finished their training, the Xiahou brothers, dressed in civilian clothes, led Xu Chu toward the square.

Seeing the dozen or so long lines of people in the square from afar, Xiahou Yuan couldn't help but frown.

"It's been almost half a day, why are there still so many people?"

"People just like a lively atmosphere!"

As Xiahou Dun spoke, he quickened his pace.

Xiahou Yuan followed, asking, "Second brother, is the money you brought this time enough?"

"Don't worry, I just went to my uncle's house yesterday, that's enough!"

After saying that, Xiahou Dun grinned and patted his bulging money bag, which seemed to contain a lot of money.

"Uh... second brother, you're getting bolder and bolder. What if Uncle finds out..."

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