Crisis Omen

"Of course it was incomparably precious." Lu Wanyi said, "The materials used for this incense were rare, and the craftsmanship was even more complex."

"The royal family produced fewer than thirty of these a year."

"After offerings, sacrifices, and rewards were deducted, only one or two sticks remained each year."

"If someone rendered great merit, they might even have to take a few extra sticks from the treasury."

"Brother Chu, your luck has truly arrived for you to encounter something like this."

Hearing this, Chu Danqing understood just how precious it was.

But he did not think it was luck, but rather an opportunity—or benefit—seized by force.

After all, this thing was indeed highly valuable.

Lu Wanyi continued, "In my view, this stick of incense had been preserved for at least several decades. This person's ancestors must have rendered great merit to receive such a reward."

"No, this should count as something taken by trickery and force." Wu Feng spoke from the side. "It should have belonged to the Liu family whose household this bastard wiped out back then."

"The Liu family originally moved from East Capital Prefecture to Red Plum City. It was said that their ancestors had followed Emperor Taizu."

"It must have come from there."

Chu Danqing did not care much where it had come from. He only knew that it belonged to him now.

As for keeping one's wealth hidden? He had already made enough of a spectacle today. A little more would not matter.

Chu Danqing casually put it away, then said, "Alright, I understand."

"It's getting late. You should head back first."

"Or do you want to bring some local specialties back?" As Chu Danqing spoke, he pointed outside at the pile of corpses. "If you don't take them, I'll bury them all later."