Before long, Chen Rui and the other three appeared in the imperial palace atop Holy Spirit Peak.
Although it was not his first time visiting this palace, Chen Rui still marveled at its grandeur and extravagance.
From the ceiling above to the floor below, every inch had been crafted from priceless materials. Even without counting the other decorations or treasures, the palace itself was equivalent to an enormous treasure trove. However, just as with the preferences of so many dragons, this style was far too much like that of a nouveau riche—like wearing rings on all ten fingers, terrified that others might not know how rich you were. If an elf versed in art and devoted to aesthetic elegance were placed in this vulgar palace reeking of "the stink of money," they would surely find countless faults with it.
Unfortunately, Lalalia was not an elf. From the moment she entered the palace, her eyes had glittered like Black Crystal Coins. Since she had failed to fulfill her promise to marry Chen Rui, her father Augulas had frozen her assets long ago. She had fallen from a fair, rich, and flat-chested girl straight into a short, poor, flat-chested loser dragon. In Lalalia's own words, she could only "live under another's roof." In truth, that meant a blissful life in Darkmoon of eating, drinking, and taking things for free every day, while occasionally harassing beautiful women.
She had finally gotten hold of a treasure map, only for it to nearly get her and her sisters killed. In the end, that damned human had still been the one to save her, making the debt of gratitude she owed him even greater. Now that she saw this palace, as though it were piled high with heaps upon heaps of Black Crystal Coins, her eyes