Duan Qingyu thought for a moment and sighed:
"However, the Dragon Chair, is ten coins still a bit too little?"
He wanted to say that ten coins weren't much, but Prince Qin thought for a moment and replied: "Indeed, it's just a Dragon Chair, it really isn't enough. Someday, let's place the Dragon Chair of Ying Country next to it."
His casual words seemed like the whispering of a sharp sword.
The chilling and solemn aura, the king's resolve all poured out.
Duan Qingyu's pupils contracted violently, Yue Qianfeng's laughter vanished, as he looked at the young monarch, Prince Qin said: "Place both Chen Country and Ying Country Dragon Chairs together, swords, seals, the scars of three hundred years of chaos, and let ten coins prove its end."
"Do you two think this price is fair?"
"Ten coins, a meal, a bowl of porridge, an egg."
"A cup of tea."
"Two Dragon Chairs, three hundred years of chaos."
