On the bustling street.
The painting stall that was once filled with paintings is now empty.
The guards are picking up the silver ingots that fell on the ground.
There's a pile on the table.
Prince NanAn said, "In just such a short time, everything sold out?"
Zhao Xu quickly walked over and asked, "Where is my mother's portrait?"
The guard, "...."
"The paintings were snatched," said the guard.
"Those people were just like bandits…."
"Hey, hey, hey!"
"Watch your language!" Prince NanAn interrupted the guard and reminded.
"...."
"Those people seemed crazed, they put down the money and just grabbed the paintings, I really couldn't manage," the guard placed the silver ingots on the table.
"By the time I reacted, all of the paintings had been snatched, including Madam's portrait," the guard admitted fault.
This is the busiest street in the Capital City.
There are many dignitaries.
