That composed and dignified demeanor is something that some people can't fake no matter how hard they try!
Upon hearing this, He Yunze gritted his teeth even more, and the veins on his neck bulged with excitement.
He gritted his teeth, struggled, hesitated, and wavered, but finally spoke: "One thousand five hundred and fifty taels..."
Perhaps... perhaps we should let Zhao Qianlan put together the money again?
She used to be able to come up with five thousand taels, and now she can come up with one thousand taels, so five hundred more wouldn't be a problem, right?
The crowd, who had been full of anticipation, couldn't help but let out a small sneer upon hearing such a cautious price.
Song Xizhi, however, continued calmly, "Two thousand taels."
He Yunze staggered and almost fell to the ground. He raised his head, drenched in sweat, and unexpectedly met Song Xizhi's gaze.
This time, He Yunze seemed to see her past life reflected in her dark eyes, and he felt a mix of emotions he couldn't quite describe.
It felt like a guilty conscience, a sense of despair, and a touch of disbelief.
But Song Xizhi smiled brightly at him, a smile that seemed to hold no hostility and could melt away the cold December wind.
He Yunze suddenly became confused again. His Adam's apple bobbed up and down. Ignoring the stares of others, he added another fifty taels: "Two thousand and fifty taels."
After He Yunze finished speaking, he waited anxiously for Song Xizhi to continue, only to hear Song Xizhi say calmly, "Three thousand taels."
For a fleeting moment, He Yunze felt as if his heart had stopped beating.
He gazed longingly toward the door, anxiously awaiting Zhao Qianlan's figure.
Zhao Qianlan, why aren't you here yet?
It's just poisoning, why does it take so long?
Just then, the door suddenly opened, and a gust of cold wind rushed in.
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