Upon entering the castle, Tang Yan suddenly felt disappointed. Looking at the decor, although it appeared solemn and reverent, it wasn't the fairy tale world she'd imagined, nor was it like the rumors outside said, with floors paved with gold bricks and piled high with gold and jewels.
"What? Disappointed?" Ye Chen asked with a faint smile.
"Not really!" Tang Yan shook her head and said, "It just doesn't match my imagination, so it feels a bit strange in my heart."
Ye Chen smiled faintly and said, "Look at the carpet on the floor here; it's made of Australian handmade wool, even more expensive than gold, so the rumors about gold bricks aren't far off."
"Really?" Tang Yan was taken aback.
"Of course!" Ye Chen nodded and said, "That set of sofas flown in from Italy costs a million USD. This painting is an authentic Picasso, and this one is an authentic Da Vinci..."
