The finest treasures on the Ninth Layer of Yi Pavilion rivaled Young Prince Qing's private collection, and now the most valuable ones were gone.
If not for the wealth he brought in, Lu Yin had actually wanted to bundle up the entire Eighth Layer and take it away. That bastard was shameless beyond belief.
Young Prince Qing had found out as well, and his expression was ugly. Though it was only three items, their value was astronomical. Any one of them entering circulation would be enough to cause a huge disturbance. He had never expected Lu Yin to be so shameless—and to pay not a cent, charging everything to him instead.
Almost unconsciously, Young Prince Qing glanced at Steward Yi. Steward Yi happened to look toward him as well. The moment he saw Young Prince Qing's gaze, he dropped to his knees. "Your Majesty, everything this lowly servant possesses was bestowed by you. Please, Your Majesty, don't take this matter to heart. Otherwise, this lowly servant would rather die."
Young Prince Qing's expression improved considerably. He had money and did not care about it, but he was still unhappy about being made such a massive scapegoat for no reason. "Don't worry. I won't let you suffer a loss. He'll have to spit this debt back out eventually."
Steward Yi's face was filled with grief, helplessness, and resentment. The slap on his cheek seemed not to have faded yet. "Your Majesty, how many days are left until the banquet?"
Young Prince Qing's heart sank. Given Lu Yin's shameless conduct, he certainly would not hold back over the next few days. He would spend recklessly, and that would not do. Thinking this, Young Prince Qing's gaze sharpened. "Move the banquet forward. We can't wait any longer."
"Yes, Your Majesty. This lowly servant