That brought their three chances to an end.
The grandfather and granddaughter walked up to Xue Qinghe, both thoroughly satisfied.
"Your Highness, we've made our choices."
Dugu Bo said with a beaming smile.
The things in their hands were:
A blue triangular ornament of unknown purpose.
A tattered sea chart that looked like it had been drawn by a madman.
A dilapidated book, incomplete and ominous-looking.
The warm smile on Xue Qinghe's face stiffened for a moment.
This grandfather and granddaughter...
Had they come here to stock up, or to help the royal family clear out its trash?
They could have picked a few of the finest spirit herbs or taken those Ten Thousand Year Soul Bones. Any of those would have been worth far more than all three of these things combined, wouldn't they?
"Mr. Dugu... are you sure you don't want to reconsider?"
Out of "courtesy," Xue Qinghe made one final attempt to persuade him:
"His Majesty's permission to choose three times is an incredibly precious opportunity. You may be getting the short end of the stick by choosing these..."
"You can't put a price on what you love!"
Dugu Bo laughed heartily, looking every bit the man who regarded money as dirt:
"I've always had this odd temperament. If something catches my eye, it's priceless.
"If it doesn't, then even if it's given to me for free, it's still in the way.
"Thank you for your kindness, Your Highness. I'm very satisfied. Extremely satisfied!"
With that, Dugu Bo didn't linger. He bade Xue Qinghe farewell with a cupped-hand salute, then strode out of the treasury with Dugu Yan.
Watching them leave, the smile on Xue Qinghe's face gradually faded, replaced by deep puzzlement and scorn.
"Dugu Bo really has gone senile."
She shook her head slightly and