Fu Gui leaped down, grabbed the king by the collar, and pulled him back to his original position: "Oops, sorry, my hand slipped."
The king was terrified. Seeing that if he hesitated any longer, he would be left with nothing but his underwear, he hurriedly said, "I agree."
At least a quarter of it will remain.
Qi An laughed arrogantly: "Haha, as expected of the king, you have such a grand vision. You must be appointed as a cultural ambassador."
The king was filled with resentment, neither daring to be angry nor daring to speak out.
Fu Gui stared at the king's head for a moment, then suddenly yanked the magnificent hat off his head.
"Hey, this hat of yours looks pretty good. Consider it the first one you'll keep."
The hat was made entirely of gold and inlaid with many diamonds and gemstones, making it incredibly shiny and dazzling. The wealthy man fell in love with it at first sight.
She happily placed the "hat" on Qi An's head: "My sister An'an looks better in it."
Everyone was dumbfounded.
She...she...she actually stole the crown that symbolizes the supreme imperial power of the Y Kingdom's royal family.
This crown is the most precious collection of the royal family. It has been in existence for more than 300 years and has been worn by six kings and queens. It is a priceless treasure.
Moreover, it is an indispensable part of the coronation ceremony of every king and queen. Only by wearing this crown can one be officially crowned as a king.
Similar to the imperial seal used by ancient emperors to pass on their throne.
Just like that, it's gone!!!
But what could they do?
The Taoist priest and his apprentice gave Qi An and Fu Gui a thumbs-up from afar: "Wonderful, truly wonderful."
They'd had their eye on that tattered hat for a while, so they figured they might as well take it back with them.
Qi An looked at the dejected prime minister: "One last request."
"You will personally deliver the artifacts back to the same place you used to acquire them."
The Prime Minister nodded without hesitation, saying he would kneel down to deliver the plague as long as it could be sent away.
"Okay, I'll make sure they get back in style."
Upon finally hearing those words, all the artifacts in the display case trembled with excitement.
Finally... finally I'm going home.
Little Jade Pot, being the youngest, couldn't hold back her excitement and squealed with delight.
"We're going home, we're going home. Grandpas, grandmas, uncles, elder brothers, and sisters, can you hear us? We're going home! Haha ...
The artifacts, which were initially choked with emotion, were all amused by her.
"Okay, we're going home now."
Qi An turned his head: "Fu Gui, take His Majesty the King back, and while you're at it, take everything you're entitled to."
"Okay, don't worry."
Fu Gui understood immediately; with her watching over him, he would never miss out on a single treasure.
I heard that the royal family of Country Y has a large collection of top-tier jewelry, which they all gave to Sister An An, while the rest will be placed in the museum of Country Z.
To promote cultural exchange, hehe.
Qi An said to the Prime Minister, "I'll give you one day to prepare the gold. We'll depart the day after tomorrow. If you dare to cause any more trouble, I guarantee that Y Country will cease to exist in this world."
The Prime Minister smiled wryly: "No, no, we will definitely do as you say."
The apprentice uploaded the video he had filmed to a website in China.
At first, netizens thought it was a prank video edited together, until they saw the Prime Minister's familiar face that often appears in international news...
The whole country was in an uproar.
As for that mysterious woman who almost single-handedly destroyed Country Y...
Netizens exclaimed, "What Grim Reaper? That's our country's guardian deity!!!"
The Z country government has not made any statement on this matter, but has quickly made all the necessary arrangements to welcome the children who have been away from home for many years back home.
In less than a day, the events in Country Y spread throughout the world, and the surreal video continued to dominate headlines in various countries.
The Chinese people, who were already mysterious and unpredictable in the eyes of foreigners, and who were said to know martial arts and witchcraft, are now completely unable to clear their name.
Throughout the five thousand years of existence of this ancient Eastern country, in times of crisis, extraordinary talents have always emerged to save the people from suffering.
This time, even the guardian deity has shown up.
The countries were wary and quickly reached a consensus: never again should they harbor any ill intentions towards Country Z.
Country Y serves as a cautionary tale.
Several countries whose museums also house artifacts from Country Z arranged for people to inventory and pack them overnight, along with a few of their own items, intending to donate them to Country Z free of charge as a way to promote cultural exchange.
After the Prime Minister collected enough gold, Fu Gui counted it and stored it in his spatial bracelet, and only then did the museum doors open.
All the cultural relics from Country Z were carefully loaded onto the plane. The porters didn't dare to breathe loudly, for fear of damaging them and being extorted.
After everything was moved, the curator in charge of the inventory whispered in confusion, "Huh, where's the dragon-patterned glazed tile wall?"
Qi An looked at him with a half-smile, and the Prime Minister also looked over nervously. The curator shuddered and stammered:
“I…I really don’t know. Nobody hid it or stole it. Really, I swear to God.”
Qi An chuckled: "I believe you. Alright, let's prepare to set off."
The curator and the prime minister both breathed a sigh of relief.
It's finally time to leave.
As they passed the Egyptian exhibition hall, Qi An flicked his finger, and a ray of red light flew into the hall.
More than a dozen planes took to the blue sky, and ten hours later, the cultural relics finally set foot on their long-cherished homeland in a dignified and glorious manner.
The child, who had been wandering for over a hundred years, has finally returned to his mother's embrace.
Z country's capital airport.
Government officials from Country Z personally greeted the travelers at the airport, welcoming them home after many years away.
The Capital Museum has already prepared "homes" for them, just waiting for the children to return.
The road leading to the museum was lined with people from Country Z, waving national flags and chanting in unison as vehicles carrying artifacts passed by:
Welcome home.
Welcome home.
...
The familiar local accents entering the vehicle finally eased the anxiety of the cultural relics visitors who were feeling apprehensive about returning home.
That's wonderful. Their compatriots haven't forgotten them, and all their families are welcoming them home.
Qi An did not go to the museum with the other artifacts. This was their home, and each family member would take good care of them. She didn't need to protect them anymore.
Qi An gave all the gold and royal collection of Country Y to the government of Country Z, except for the jewelry that Fu Gui had specially given her.
That rich fellow even took back the king's scepter.
The dignitaries did not inquire about Qi An's identity or background; they simply stood up and bowed deeply to her.
"Thank you for everything you have done for cultural relics and for Country Z. You will always be our most valued friend."
Then they insisted on giving Qi An a piece of porcelain, calling it a "national porcelain gift".
Qi An thought it was quite pretty, so he kept it.
The Prime Minister was busy going back to clean up the mess at home and sending the cultural relics away. He left without even having a meal, probably because he wasn't hungry.
In the following days, other countries kept sending back cultural relics from Country Z that had been scattered abroad, each one more generous than the last.
The fear is that if the delivery is late or insufficient, the guardian deity of Country Z might take a trip to their country.
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