【The Divine Eagle Empire】(Unabridged Volume 2, Chapter 58)

Chapter 58 Nouveau Riche

This Nara beauty was exceptionally tall, with a cascade of brownish-yellow, slightly curly hair that fell

to her shoulders . Her face was veiled by an opaque embroidered white silk cloth, obscuring most of her features, except for

her captivating deep brown eyes set in unusually deep sockets. Her skin was remarkably fair, reminding Wu

Tianjiao of his own fair-skinned companion, Lan Tianyan.

However, their skin tones differed; Lan Tianyan's was rosy-white, while this Nara beauty's was a pure

milky white, lacking Lan Tianyan's rosy undertones. Of course, Wu Tianjiao had been with

many women with fair skin. He guessed that the Nara women differed from his own countrymen, perhaps due to

differences in ethnicity and bloodline.

Besides her striking skin tone, hair, and eyes, the beautiful Nara woman's clothing was also quite unique—

she appeared to be entirely wrapped in a large piece of cloth, with only the neckline resembling a garment, while her hands and feet

were half-covered. Even the hem of her skirt, which had previously obscured everyone's view, was formed by slits on both sides

.

Another detail that suggested she was wearing a dress was the front, where the edges were deliberately ruffled

to emphasize the firmness of her breasts. She gracefully walked to the center of the hall,

without making any move.

"I'll give this beautiful lady ten Nara flowers,"

someone shouted impatiently. The first to offer flowers was none other

than a thousand gold coins, so ten would be ten thousand gold coins—enough for a moderately well-off family to live on

for half a lifetime.

After Xiao Guodong, no one else offered flowers, because he was simply too impatient; the beauty hadn't even revealed

herself yet, and most of the guests were still observing.

Aunt Mei slowly walked to the beautiful woman beside Na Luo, glanced at the surrounding guests, and smiled, "Thank you, Young Master Xiao,

for the first Na Luo flower. This is the first beauty to compete for the position of Water Pavilion Master, named Sang Hong. I hope you

gentlemen will give her your guidance."

As she spoke, she slowly lifted Sang Hong's veil. The face behind the veil smiled radiantly, her dazzling

beauty immediately captivating all who beheld her.

"I'll present twenty Na Luo flowers,"

said Lu Tong, the Nine Gates Admiral, showing no respect for Xiao Guodong.

"I'll present thirty,"

a merchant in blue robes sitting diagonally opposite him raised his hand slightly. Lu Tong glared fiercely at the merchant,

but seemed powerless to do anything about it. Wu Tianjiao could see a hint of helplessness in Lu Tong's gaze, which

made him glance at the merchant in blue robes a few more times. However, Wu Tianjiao couldn't find anything

special , not even his identity, only knowing that his attire indicated he was a merchant, and

that the four attendants behind him were not weaklings.

"This young master presents Miss Sang Hong with thirty-five Naro flowers,"

Xiao Guodong called out again, glancing around with a rather arrogant and smug air, as if to show off

or intimidate those who might try to compete with him.

However, not everyone had to defer to him; the merchant in blue was an exception. He

raised his wine cup and said, "I'll drink to Miss Sang Hong and present her with fifty Naro flowers."

Sang Hong quickly curtsied and said, "Thank you, sir!"

This was the first time she had spoken, her voice filled with an indescribable coquettishness.

Xiao Guodong's expression changed slightly, but he didn't react immediately; he simply clenched his fists.

The flower presentation ended there. Fifty flowers were equivalent to fifty thousand gold coins, a considerable sum, and the gold

merchant smiled. Aunt Mei stood up and asked, "Does anyone else want to send flowers? If not,

tonight..." Just as the merchant in blue was about to embrace the beauty, someone suddenly said calmly, "I

will send ."

The one who spoke at this crucial moment was none other than

Cao Wenrong .

Cao Wenrong's intervention immediately silenced the hall. Even Aunt Mei's expected further

inquiry remained unspoken, as if everyone was waiting for a response from the relevant parties. Unfortunately, they were going to be disappointed.

Neither the Nine Gates Admiral Lu Tong, nor Xiao Guodong, nor even the merchant in blue spoke again.

It wasn't that lacked money, but rather that the Cao family's power was well-known. Anyone who dared to send flowers would

be going against Cao Wenrong, challenging the Cao family. Even the Prince of Fu and the Prince of Jing would have to show deference to the Cao family.

"This young master will present this young lady with one hundred flowers!"

A clear voice rang out in the hall. The voice wasn't loud, but it was exceptionally clear, resounding throughout the entire hall

, heard perfectly by everyone, as if it were right next to their ears.

Upon hearing the bid, the hall fell into a deathly silence, everyone turning

to look at the bidder, wondering which fool had the audacity to dare to go against the Imperial Uncle

Cao Wenrong and the Cao family. Cao Wenrong was furious, his eyes flashing coldly as he glared at the bidder,

cursing inwardly, "Damn it, daring to steal a woman from my Imperial Uncle? He's got a death wish!"

When everyone saw who the bidder was, they were all stunned. It was none other than

Wu Tianjiao.

Wu Tianjiao remained calm and composed, seemingly oblivious to the strange looks around him, ignoring Cao Wenrong's murderous

glare, completely unconcerned. His sending flowers wasn't because he was particularly interested in Sang Hong, nor was

he willing to be taken advantage of; rather, it was because he disliked Cao Wenrong. And not just Cao Wenrong, but

also the First Prince, Prince Fu, and Wu Tianhu. If it were anyone else, it wouldn't matter, but if any of them sent flowers,

Wu Tianjiao would definitely argue. He might not have much else, but he had tons of gold coins—a complete nouveau riche .

The gold coins and bricks he stole from Dongjiabao alone amounted to tens of millions, plus the million gold coins he just won from Ruyi Fang; he didn't

know how to spend them all.

Seeing Wu Tianjiao send out a hundred flowers at once, Boss Jin and Aunt Mei were overjoyed, but also secretly alarmed.

They hadn't expected this unknown Golden Knife Prince Consort to actually have some skills, daring to compete with the Grand Uncle Cao Wenrong

. What courage!

"The Golden Knife Prince Consort has sent a hundred flowers, is there anything higher?"

Aunt Mei called out.

Cao Wenrong glared fiercely at Wu Tianjiao, a murderous glint flashing in his eyes, and shouted again, "One hundred and ten

flowers!"

He didn't want to lose face here. However, before he finished speaking, Wu Tianjiao shouted, "Two hundred flowers!"

Whoosh! The entire hall erupted in noise. Everyone stared at Wu Tianjiao as if he were a monster,

both surprised and astonished. Boss Jin, Aunt Mei, and Sang Hong, however, were overjoyed. Two hundred

flowers meant two hundred thousand gold coins.

Cao Wenrong's face turned ashen. He could no longer contain his anger and stood up abruptly, shouting, "Boy!

Are you deliberately going against this Imperial Uncle?"

Wu Tianjiao rolled his eyes, showing no fear, and calmly said, "What are you saying, Imperial Uncle? This is a competition.

The highest bidder wins. Does that mean only the Imperial Uncle is allowed to send flowers, but others aren't?"

Cao Wenrong was furious and about to unleash a torrent of curses when someone tugged at his sleeve. Wu Tianjiao clearly saw that

the person pulling Cao Wenrong was none other than the purple-clad youth who had advised him against gambling at Ruyi Fang. A

thought flashed through his mind: "So he's from the Cao family!"

Pulled back to reality, Cao Wenrong felt a chill run down his spine. Knowing he couldn't cause trouble at Liuxiang Pavilion,

he suppressed his anger, gritted his teeth, and shouted, "My uncle-in-law is sending two hundred and ten Naro flowers to…" "Three hundred!"

Wu Tianjiao interrupted before Cao Wenrong could finish. While others sent ten flowers at a time, he sent hundreds—

truly extravagant! The surrounding people stared at him like he was an idiot. Three hundred flowers meant three hundred thousand gold coins.

Thirty gold coins for a single night of pleasure—was it worth it? And it would offend the Cao family; it was simply not worth it. Everyone thought

this third young master of the Wu family was even more of an idiot than an idiot himself.

Boss Jin and Aunt Mei never expected that the banquet would have such a remarkable effect so soon after it began.

They had to look at Wu Tianjiao in a new light, and Sang Hong was beaming with joy, thanking Wu Tianjiao repeatedly. The more flowers she received, the

happier she became.

Cao Wenrong dared not add any more flowers and had to give up, glaring angrily at Wu Tianjiao with gritted teeth. Aunt Mei

called out three times, and seeing that no one else was offering flowers, she finally made the final decision: Sang Hong's flowers belonged to the Golden Knife Prince Consort, Wu Tianjiao,

and no one raised any objections.

Next, Sang Hong was to perform her most skilled art—this should have been done before the bidding, but people

are always impatient when faced with beauty. Therefore, it had to be postponed until after the winner was decided.

Sang Hong's most skilled dance, the Nara dance, accompanied by the unrestrained

music played on the Nara ethnic musical instruments, could stir up the passion deep within people's hearts. Furthermore, during Sang Hong's dance, her tall stature and

large movements caused her legs and arms, hidden beneath her clothing, to occasionally peek out. Combined with the

way her specially tailored clothes accentuated her breasts, which swayed under the lights like trembling waves, this was particularly alluring.

After Sang Hong stepped down, Aunt Mei stood up and said, "The second and third beauties are sisters, the elder sister

Misali and the younger sister Miyani. They will appear together. Guests may present flowers to them all at once, or

to one of them individually."

"Stop talking, just start,"

Lu Tong said impatiently.

Aunt Mei smiled and gestured to the maids behind her. Several maids immediately went to the perimeter of the hall and dimmed all the dozens of palace lanterns on

the walls Aunt Mei then lightly waved her hand, extinguishing

the largest glass palace lantern hanging in the center of the hall's ceiling.

The entire hall immediately became dim. In such an environment, every man's desire for beauty involuntarily

rose, and Wu Tianjiao also felt his heartstrings being touched by this cleverly created atmosphere.

This time, there was no movement outside the door; not even the curtain was lifted. Someone gently

plucked a string on a musical instrument, as if drawing a pause in the air, or perhaps foreshadowing the real show

to begin. The strings were plucked again, this time with melody, clearly intending to continue. Then,

a clear note came from a corner near the door, but because it was so soft, or perhaps for some other reason, it

created a dreamlike, ethereal feeling.

The note possessed an exceptionally captivating magnetism, drawing everyone's attention. The pitch gradually rose, like ascending

spiral staircases, not suddenly reaching a certain height, but gradually and thoughtfully

ascending , seemingly leading everyone to a place hidden deep in the mountains, in the clear, cloud-filled sky

.

The note swirled high for a while, then slowly descended. It was a song from courts and aristocratic banquets

, called "Full House of Spring," but it had been rearranged, incorporating some unusual elements, and treated

with the unrestrained passion of a foreign song. The singer's technique was clearly superb, at least in Wu Tianjiao's

opinion, given his limited experience of listening to others sing.

He also noticed that the musician accompanying the singer was exceptionally skilled; no matter

the , the zither music always followed closely, subtly guiding the singing. The zither music also possessed an unusual

timbre, suggesting it wasn't an ordinary guqin, but rather a traditional folk instrument.

When the piece ended, the hall fell silent, everyone's gaze fixed on a corner. A moment later,

it was as if a veil had been suddenly lifted, revealing a dazzling display of jewels,

creating a breathtaking spectacle in the dimly lit hall, akin to a goddess descending to earth.

The jewels emanated from two smiling young women standing in the corner, both dressed in

gowns woven from pearls and gemstones, even their shoes adorned with large, strung gemstones. What's even more alluring

is the exquisite figure hidden beneath the jeweled garment—because the jeweled garment isn't actually clothing, the gaps

between are relatively large, allowing glimpses of milky white skin beneath, a phenomenon present

everywhere else. The two women's beauty needs no further explanation; being placed in the back, they

are at least a cut above Sang Hong in front. However, neither woman is as tall as Sang Hong, being slightly shorter. Introduced by Aunt Mei,

the woman on the left, with a slightly shy expression, is the younger sister, Mia Ni. She has long, straight, slightly yellowish hair,

braided into two thin braids adorned with pearl hair ornaments. On the right, with red

lips a captivating smile, is the older sister, Misali, with shorter, curly, light yellow hair.

"I'll present fifty Naropa flowers to the two ladies,"

Xiao Guodong couldn't help but call out again.

However, the fifty Naro flowers didn't intimidate anyone; on the contrary, they fueled the enthusiasm of some.

Three wealthy merchants, sitting near the man in blue, seemed to have been waiting for this moment, and thus kept bidding. The price

quickly rose to one hundred Naro flowers, or one hundred thousand gold coins, and no one was willing

to give one of the sisters. One hundred thousand gold coins wasn't a large sum for the wealthy merchants,

but for officials like Lu Tong, it was a matter of considerable consideration.

Lu Tong might not have cared much about one hundred thousand gold coins, but he dared not bid lightly, because

one hundred thousand gold coins was equivalent to four or five years' salary. If he could produce such a sum, it suggested that his income source was likely

questionable. However, from another perspective, if he didn't care about the opinions of others, even his superiors, and dared

to openly display his enormous wealth, that would be a different matter.

Lu Tong and his companions clearly didn't dare take such a risk, and thus could only restrain themselves. Xiao Guodong

had fewer concerns in this regard, but when the price reached 150,000 gold coins, his face turned ashen, and he reluctantly

gave up bidding. Clearly, he couldn't afford any higher.

"This prince will offer 160 flowers,"

the price was raised again, and the one who was willing to pay the exorbitant price was the Second Prince, Prince Jing, who had remained silent until now. His face

was full of confidence, as if he had plenty of gold coins.

"This prince will offer 170 flowers!"

Seeing Prince Jing bid, the First Prince, Prince Fu, was not to be outdone.

"180 flowers!"

Prince Jing shouted again, raising the price once more. Although he and Prince Fu were brothers, they were also mortal enemies. They not only fought

in court but also secretly fought to the death. On this occasion, they would fight until

one side could no longer bear it.

With the two princes offering flowers, the onlookers wisely stopped, none daring to provoke them. The two

princes continued bidding, and soon Prince Fu raised the price to three hundred flowers. This time, it was Prince Jing's turn to hesitate

. After a long pause, he didn't send any more flowers. Although he was a prince, three hundred thousand gold coins was no small sum.

"Is there anyone offering more than three hundred flowers?"

Aunt Mei shouted, repeating it twice, but no one answered.

Prince Fu, smug and triumphant, glanced disdainfully at Prince Jing opposite him, thinking arrogantly,

"You're no match for me!"

Little did he know that Prince Jing was secretly sneering, "Three hundred thousand gold coins for prostitutes—if this gets back to Father Emperor, you'll be in big trouble

!"

Those around were somewhat surprised to see Prince Jing give up, but the clever ones immediately grasped the underlying

meaning , demonstrating that Prince Fu was far more foolish than Prince Jing.

"Is there anything more than three hundred flowers?"

Aunt Mei shouted for the third time. Just when everyone thought that Prince Fu had finally won the virginity of the two beauties and that Aunt Mei was about to deliver

the hammer, someone shouted, "This young master is sending four hundred flowers to the two ladies!"

Upon hearing that someone was sending flowers, the hall fell silent once again, so quiet you could hear a pin drop. If Wu Tianjiao and Cao Wenrong were fighting over

women, that would be youthful arrogance and a force to be reckoned with. However, to dare to compete with the eldest prince of the dynasty, Prince Fu, for women

was truly suicidal.

All eyes turned to the person who sent four hundred flowers. In an instant, everyone was stunned. No one

had expected that the person who sent four hundred flowers was none other than Wu Tianjiao. This kid had won a million

gold coins and, with nowhere to spend the money, was "selling his life"!

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