In fact, the dispute between the prince and Qianzhen Pavilion is not about who is right and who is wrong, but only about who is strong and who is weak.
If the prince is strong, then Qianzhen Pavilion will have to admit defeat this time. Even if the treasure is taken away and blackmailed, there is nothing that can be done.
But now the situation is opposite. Qianzhen Pavilion is more powerful, so the prince will have to suffer this loss.
The prince felt extremely aggrieved, but facing such a powerful force, he had no other choice but to bow his head.
With the strength of the master of Qianzhen Pavilion, it would be just a piece of cake to destroy the Nanyue Kingdom. Even if he himself was humiliated, if the entire royal family was implicated, he would probably become the eternal sinner of the Nanyue Kingdom!
Now I can only pray that the master of Qianzhen Pavilion can show his noble hand and not be too ruthless.
Mo Si said in a deep voice: "My master asked me to bring a message to the prince. Since he took over Qianzhen Pavilion, he has never encountered anyone making trouble, and the prince is the first one! If this matter is left alone, I'm afraid our future The business will no longer be possible! But for the sake of the Emperor of South Vietnam, as long as His Highness the Crown Prince is willing to pay compensation, the big issue can be reduced to a trivial matter."
"Yes, yes," the prince nodded hurriedly, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and asked cautiously, "This is what it should be, it should be, how much compensation should I ask for?"
"Ten million taels!"
The prince let out a long breath and felt a big stone fell in his heart.
Ten million taels... Although the lion opened his mouth a lot, it was still within the range he could bear...
If spending this money can smooth this matter out, it will be worth it...
"...gold!" Mo Si added indifferently.
"What?"
The prince's eyes widened.
Mo Si said coldly: "Ten million taels of gold! It will be delivered to Qianzhen Pavilion within ten days. If it is missing one tael, don't blame my master for being rude!"
"One... ten million taels... of gold?" The prince's voice began to tremble!
"Your Excellency, it's not that I don't want to compensate the master for his losses, but... these ten million taels of gold... aren't they... too much? I really can't afford that much... "
Mo Si said expressionlessly: "Your Highness, please don't make a mistake. You don't want to make things big now. Whether you have that much money is not within the scope of the master's consideration. These are the master's conditions. You can follow Demand payment, or... bear the wrath of the master... "
The prince shuddered violently and did not dare to argue any more.
"Yes, yes, I will do my best."
The prince really wanted to cry without tears.
Compared with external things like money, of course his own life and the national destiny of South Vietnam are a hundred times more important. He is not someone who can't handle it!
But where should this money come from? He certainly doesn't have that much anymore. If he wants to repay it, he can only use the money from the national treasury. I'm afraid it will take all the tax revenue of South Vietnam in the past two years to fill this hole!
But then, how should he explain to his father, how should he tell him that he had provoked such a powerful and terrifying existence!
If this matter reaches the ears of the father, I am afraid that even his position as prince will be shaken!
Mo Si said coldly: "Now that I understand, please ask His Highness the Crown Prince to leave!"
The prince's feet did not move. He hesitated for a moment and looked past Mo Si, landing on several mahogany boxes behind him.
Those boxes contained the black armor suit he had photographed.
(End of chapter)