Chapter 3133 Shen Tianyu 533

Ji Sha was taken aback, "Bastard?"

Realizing he had let something slip, Ji Ren said, "Now that things have come to this, there's no need to hide it from you anymore. Bai Ji is a bastard."

Ji Sha felt insulted. "Isn't Bai Ji your daughter?"

"No, Bai Feng was already pregnant before she married me."

Ji Sha spoke up for him, "I'm sorry to have troubled you, Uncle, enduring so much humiliation all these years. How dare a bastard be so arrogant? Who is Bai Feng's daughter with?"

"I don't know."

"Are they from this palace?"

“The people in the palace probably wouldn’t dare. I’ve checked them all and there’s no one suspicious. Although Bai Feng is not a virtuous woman, she has high standards. Apart from me, there are very few men in the palace that she would be interested in.”

Ji Sha said, "Then you should have rebelled long ago, how come you've been able to endure until now."

Ji Ren's eyes flashed with a sinister light. "I originally intended for Bai Ji to marry you. Bai Feng won't live for many more years, and Bai Ji will be the next palace master. It's good to keep the good stuff in the family. Who knew Bai Ji would be so disobedient and actually want to marry an outsider? She's heartless, so don't blame me for being unjust!"

Ji Sha chimed in, "Yes, they're heartless, so don't blame us for being unjust!"

While the uncle and nephew were talking, Shen Tianyu, Yuan Jinzhi, and the others had already left Fengxu Palace.

Liu Maojun, the True Man, was stationed at Fengxu Palace.

Previously, Shen Tianyu and Jing Hong had only been riding on the giant eagle and had only caught a fleeting glimpse from the air, and they felt that the place where Fengxu Palace was located was extremely mysterious.

Wandering around here today, I found that this place is somewhat similar to the imitation ancient cities in other tourist cities. They are all antique buildings, but most of the imitation ancient cities outside are later renovations and simulations, while this place is truly ancient.

The outside world uses paper money, but here we still use silver.

People in the outside world wear suits and modern clothes, and most men have short hair, but people here still wear Ming-style clothing, and men also tie their hair up.

The group of people strolled into a large shop with a wide variety of goods.

The walls and antique cabinets inside the shop are filled with a dazzling array of calligraphy and paintings, writing brushes, inkstones, porcelain, and jewelry, all exquisitely crafted.

Yuan Jinzhi was looking at inkstones and writing brushes because his great-grandfather, Yuan Lao, liked these things.

Having finally managed to visit the secluded Fengxu Palace, I should at least bring him some souvenirs.

Bai Chenxue stood in front of a painting, staring at the characters in a daze.

The ink on the raw Xuan paper is a mix of light and dark shades, with the dry brushstrokes and the ink spreading creating a strong visual impact.

The characters are uniquely shaped and varied, the brushstrokes are ancient and vigorous, sharp like a water chestnut somersaulting, unrestrained and elegant, with a powerful and subtle strength, a compact structure, and a broad and generous spirit.

Jing Hong asked, "Do you like it?"

Bai Chenxue nodded. "This is a work by Ni Yuanlu, one of the 'Five Great Masters of the Late Ming Dynasty.' He was not as famous as Wang Duo, Huang Daozhou, or Fu Shan, but he was an upright and honest official with great integrity. In the seventeenth year of the Chongzhen Emperor's reign, Li Zicheng captured Beijing, and the Chongzhen Emperor hanged himself. Ni Yuanlu refused to surrender and hanged himself to die for his country. He is a famous martyr of chastity."

Jing Hong praised, "Our Xuexue is truly a woman of great talent, knowledgeable in both ancient and modern times. If you hadn't told me in such detail, I wouldn't have known who Ni Yuanlu was."

Bai Chenxue blushed slightly at his praise, reached out and tugged at his sleeve, whispering, "There are so many people here, you should say less."

Jing Hong raised his voice, "Why should I say less? I'm praising my own fiancée, what's it to them? If they're envious, they can praise her themselves, they're not without mouths."

Bai Chenxue was both happy and embarrassed.

In today's popular internet slang, she is considered socially awkward, while Jing Hong is a socially adept person.

Jing Hong called over a waiter and asked about the price.

The waiter replied, "One hundred taels of silver."

Bai Chenxue was shocked!

One hundred taels of silver is equivalent to approximately 50,000 yuan in RMB.

The calligraphy and paintings of the Five Masters of the late Ming Dynasty have fetched auction prices of several million or even tens of millions of yuan in the outside world. Fu Shan's "Shuanghongkan Notes" was sold for more than HK$12 million in 2024, and Wang Yangming's authentic work was sold for RMB1.09 million in October 2025. The value of authentic calligraphy works from the Ming Dynasty can be seen from this.

Jing Hong took out cash and a bank card from his pocket and handed them to the waiter to swipe the card.

The shopkeeper shook his head as he looked at the thick stack of pinkish banknotes. They only accepted silver or banknotes and didn't have a card reader.

If the currency is not in circulation, even a hero can be brought down by tens of thousands of dollars.

Shen Tianyu asked Yuan Jinzhi, "Have you made your choice?"

Yuan Jinzhi pointed to two wolf-hair brushes and two inkstones from the late Ming Dynasty and said, "My great-grandfather would definitely like these."

Shen Tianyu called over a waiter to ask about the price.

The two writing brushes and two inkstones were sold for a total of ten taels of silver.

Bai Chenxue was startled again upon hearing this.

Ten taels of silver is equivalent to about five thousand yuan in RMB.

Any one of those inkstones could sell for twenty or thirty thousand.

Needless to say, wolf hair brushes are extremely rare from the Ming Dynasty; any one of them could easily fetch 100,000 yuan.

Moreover, the antiques here have not been ravaged by war, and due to their isolation from the world, pleasant climate, and protective barrier, they are in excellent condition.

Her father, Bai Yan, spent his life traveling around dealing in antiques, but his profits were far less than one percent of this. Unfortunately, ordinary people were not allowed to enter this place.

If you could come here to resell antiques, it would be incredibly profitable, a real money-maker.

Shen Tianyu waved to the shop assistant and asked, "Do you buy talismans?"

The waiter in Ming Dynasty attire sized up Shen Tianyu. Although he had short hair and wore strange clothes with white shirt and pants, he was extremely handsome and had the air of a noble young master. He was clearly not an ordinary person.

The waiters in these shops always tailor their service to the customer, so they asked, "What kind of talisman are you referring to, sir?"

Shen Tianyu said, "A talisman for exorcising ghosts and spirits and ensuring peace."

The waiter said, "We'll have to call our boss; I can't make that decision myself."

He asked the other employees in the shop to call the boss.

Soon, a man dressed as a merchant, about sixty years old, wearing a jacket made of high-quality silk fabric with a cross-collar, walked gracefully towards them, waving a paper fan.

Bai Chenxue noticed that the paper fan in his hand was also an antique from the Ming Dynasty, and the jade pendant on his waist was also an antique.

These heirloom antiques are more valuable than those unearthed from tombs.

The boss sized up Shen Tianyu and the others, first Shen Tianyu, then Yuan Jinzhi, then Jing Hong and Bai Chenxue, and finally his gaze fell on Jing Hua.

Jing Hua only wanted to amaze Qin Xiao.

In front of others, she was too lazy to move, and didn't even bother to give a smile.

The shopkeeper turned his gaze back to Shen Tianyu's face and asked, "Young master, where are you from?"

Shen Tianyu said: "Kyoto."

Which Kyoto?

Shen Tianyu replied: "In the first year of Hongwu, the Ming army captured Dadu, the capital of the Yuan Dynasty, and renamed it Beiping Prefecture. Several hundred years have passed, and it is still the capital today."

The shopkeeper's eyes hardened slightly, and he stopped fanning himself with his paper fan. "The Qing Dynasty is dead?"

"It died early, then became the Republic of China, and was invaded by the empire. Now it is the new China, and the country is peaceful and prosperous."

The shopkeeper snapped his paper fan shut. "Young man, what kind of talismans can you draw? Show me what you've got!"

Shen Tianyu nodded.

The boss called out to his employee, "Bring me pen and ink!"