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"Did I hear that right? Who said this painting isn't even worth fifty taels of silver?"

"Absurd, absolutely absurd! This is an authentic piece by Grandmaster Mu Lan. How could it not be worth fifty taels of silver?"

"Who dares to spout such nonsense? It's laughable."

Even the Crown Prince, though his expression remained unchanged, had a flicker of displeasure in his eyes.

"Who was talking just now?" Second Master Mu's face darkened immediately. Saying this painting wasn't worth fifty taels of silver was essentially saying the Crown Prince had no taste and bought a fake.@@novelbin@@

Eighth Master Mu, seeing their reactions, awkwardly smiled, realizing his voice had been too loud earlier. Just as he was about to remedy the situation, Mu San Niang loudly proclaimed, "I saw it! It was that young man beside Eighth Master who said it."

Instantly, all eyes turned to Terra Su.

Eighth Master Mu silently blamed himself for being too loose-lipped and quickly laughed, saying, "Third Sister, everyone, I must have misheard. Young Master Su didn't say that."

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