Li Xiangdong never expected that he and Wu Jianjun would encounter a prince who was about to die as soon as they arrived at their destination!

Fortunately, there were many people present this time, and everyone worked together to get Prince Jin Deji to the hospital.

After receiving two bottles of glucose and saline solution, the old prince finally opened his eyes. Looking at Wu Jianjun's face before him, he let out a long sigh, "Young friend Jianjun—"

Donglaishun.

Steaming white vapor rose from the copper pot, making it difficult to see the face on the other side.

Plate after plate of hand-cut mutton, thick with fat and thin with lean meat, cooked in just over ten seconds in the pot. Dipped in a specially prepared sauce of chive blossom sauce and fermented bean curd sauce, each bite of meat was followed by a clove of pickled garlic. The eight people at the table devoured a full twenty-three plates of mutton, drawing stares from the waiters.

Jin Deji finished the last plate of mutton before reluctantly putting down his chopsticks.

Wu Jianjun advised him, "You're too hungry. The doctor told you not to eat too much, and mutton is too meaty; your stomach can't handle it!"

Jin Deji smacked his lips, savoring the delicious taste of the mutton he had just eaten. He waved his hand and said, "Jianjun, how much longer can I live? I don't care about my stomach or anything like that. Even if I'm going to die, I'll die with a full stomach!"

Li Xiangdong gave the old man a thumbs up, "Generous!"

Jin Deji gave a wry smile, then cupped his hands to Li Xiangdong and said, "I'm ashamed! I've troubled you, young friend Xiangdong, to spend so much!"

Li Xiangdong quickly returned the greeting with a cupped hand, saying, "You're too kind, sir!"

Jin Deji turned to Wu Jianjun and asked, "By the way, Jianjun, what brings you here today?"

"Oh, didn't you advise me to buy a rosewood painting table? It just so happens that Xiangdong came to Yanjing today and heard about it, so he said he wanted to come and see you!"

Jin Deji stroked his beard. “Young friend Xiangdong, this painting table is indeed made of genuine sandalwood. It’s a long story. This painting table was once offered to the palace by my grandfather. I saw that someone was selling it, so I asked young friend Jianjun to take it.”

Li Xiangdong nodded, "So that's the reason. Since it's your property, I'll return this painting table to its rightful owner!"

Jin Deji quickly shook his head, "Even if this painting table was supplied to the emperor by my grandfather, it is mine now. Once it's sold, it's sold. Whoever has the ability gets it. There's no reason for it to be returned."

He ate several plates of mutton, and once he felt full, he could speak more clearly.

"Just like the Forbidden City, it used to belong to the Zhu family, then to our Aisin Gioro family, and now to all the people of the country. Fortune turns, things change, and the virtuous live there. That's all there is to it."

Li Xiangdong gave another thumbs up, "Insightful!"

Jin Deji waved his hand lightly, "Now that I've been through the gates of hell, I understand everything. I say, let's go east!"

Everyone was baffled by what Jin Deji said, except for Li Xiangdong, who smiled and was casually led away by Jin Deji's wrist.

Wu Jianjun and Zhou Hongsong exchanged a glance and hurriedly followed.

Back in the side room of the courtyard where Jin Deji now lived, Jin Deji sat in a chair and directed Wu Jianjun to drag out a wooden box from under the bed.

The lacquer on the red wooden box had mostly worn off, revealing patches of the wood's color underneath.

When I opened the wooden crate, there was a jumble of things inside: plastic sheeting, old clothes, scraps of wood, and a strong smell of mothballs.

Jin Deji walked over and pulled out a long, cylindrical object wrapped in old newspapers from the very back. He held it with both hands with great seriousness and handed it to Li Xiangdong, saying, "Take a look!"

The newspapers were yellowed and brittle. Li Xiangdong carefully peeled back seven or eight layers of newspapers, and inside was a scroll of ancient painting!

Wu Jianjun held the scroll in both hands, and Li Xiangdong slowly unfurled the painting.

Jin Deji stared at the painting with reluctant eyes and sighed, "This is Wang Meng's 'Zhichuan Migration Picture' from the Yuan Dynasty. It has been passed down in our family for generations. Today, I am so poor that I can hardly afford to eat, so I have no choice but to exchange this for a meal."

Li Xiangdong's hand holding the painting trembled instantly.

What?

Is this Wang Meng's "Zhichuan Migration Picture" from the Yuan Dynasty?

That painting, "Zhichuan Migrating Home," which fetched a record-breaking 400 million yuan at the Poly Auction Spring Sale in 2011?!

Li Xiangdong's head instantly surged with excitement. Although he had lived a whole life, he was still a little excited that he could get 400 million so easily.

However, he remembered that after this painting fetched an astronomical price in his previous life, many media outlets had published detailed reports on its past and present.

He recalled that someone said that during the late Qing Dynasty and the Republic of China period, the painting was collected by the Guoyunlou in Suzhou. Later, the Gu family moved to Shanghai, and the painting was confiscated during the Cultural Revolution.

Then in 1977, the painting was returned to its rightful owner, the Gu family.

This doesn't match what Prince Jin Deji said at all!

Li Xiangdong hesitated for a moment, and Jin Deji asked directly, "Young friend Xiangdong, is there something you don't understand?"

Li Xiangdong asked directly, "Sir, I heard that the Palace Museum has a copy of 'Ge Zhichuan Moving Residence' in its collection, and the Suzhou Museum also authenticated a copy of 'Ge Zhichuan Moving Residence' two years ago. How come you also have a copy of 'Ge Zhichuan Moving Residence' here?"

Jin Deji stretched out his hand and made a "seven" gesture. "Wang Meng painted a total of seven paintings depicting Ge Hong moving house!"

Ge Zhichuan, Zhichuan refers to Ge Hong, and these seven paintings all depict the scene of Ge Hong moving to Luofu Mountain to cultivate Taoism.

In the painting "Zhichuan Migrating Home" in the collection of the Palace Museum, Ge Hong, holding a feather fan and dressed in a Taoist robe, looks back with a serene expression. Behind him, his wife and child are riding on the back of an old ox, and a servant is leading the ox. The painting depicts towering mountains, cascading waterfalls, flowing streams, and verdant trees. At first glance, it appears to be a figure painting, but upon closer inspection, it reveals itself to be a landscape painting.

In the painting "Ge Zhichuan Moving Residence," which sold for a record-breaking 400 million yuan, Ge Hong, dressed in a Taoist robe, is riding on the back of an ox, intently reading a book in his hands. His wife is still sitting on the back of the old ox, but the number of children beside her has increased from one to three.

The painting in Mr. Jin Deji's hand uses dry ink with touches of light ochre. The peaks are layered and the pavilions are staggered. Ge Hong, dressed in a Taoist robe and holding a feather fan, sits on the back of an ox, looking ahead with a contented expression. Behind him, two old oxen carry his wife and two children. The whole scene is vivid and delicate, with rich and profound brushwork.

"Look here, there's even the Sanxitang seal on it!"

Jin Deji pointed it out to Li Xiangdong, and sure enough, Li Xiangdong saw a faint "Sanxitang" seal above the painting.

Since the painting has been authenticated by the "King of Plasters," it is undoubtedly a genuine work by Wang Meng.

"Sir, since you've brought out the painting, I'll take it without hesitation. May I ask how much you're asking for?"