"Pfft!"
The Seventeenth Prince spat out blood on the spot and said blankly, "Aren't you asking for my life?!"
"You're the dignified Seventeenth Prince, and five billion is enough to cost you your life?" Li Tianming said contemptuously.
"Damn!" The Seventeenth Prince was dumbfounded. "Come on, come to my house. I'll turn out my Sumeru Ring and treasury for you—if you can find thirty million Ink Star Cloud Sacrifices, I'll count you as my father."
"You're that poor?" Li Tianming still did not believe it.
"Bullshit! State wealth belongs to the state, family wealth belongs to Imperial Father. With more than a dozen imperial brothers and sisters, even the Ink Star Cloud Sacrifices won't fall to my share... Even my mother consort doesn't have much saved up," the Seventeenth Prince said miserably.
Li Tianming did believe that. A prince like him, who was not valued, likely did not live as comfortably as the legitimate sons of certain princes. The chances of getting Ink Star Cloud Sacrifices from the Seventeenth Prince were already slim.
Li Tianming frowned. "Fine, I'll think of another way."
"You really need money that badly?" the Seventeenth Prince asked.
"Bullshit." Li Tianming paused. "Too bad this Imperial Bestowed True Dragon Plaque can't be sold."
"Of course it can't be sold!" The Seventeenth Prince shot Li Tianming a glare, then pondered. "Money... Ink Star Cloud Sacrifices... Let me think! Hunyuan Ji is a place ruled by law. Though we have Prince Ye, we can't just rob people everywhere, right? And through legitimate channels, without a sustained industry, getting more than five billion Ink Star Cloud Sacrifices is basically impossible... Right! You could make those beautiful female star puppets and sell them! With your popularity, as long as production keeps up, they'll sell like crazy."
"Sell your dad," Li