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The rich rchant in luxurious clothes hesitated for a mont and said, “Young lady, if you want to sell it, you can sell it to .”
“Just now, you had a keen eye and helped save a sum of money. Regardless of whether this broken sword of yours is good or bad, I’m willing to buy it for 500 taels.”
Gu Nuo’er lowered her head and stroked the sword with her small hand.
Her soft, fair, and tender fingers ford a sharp contrast with the broken sword that was flickering with cold light and stained with blood.
“But rich rchant uncle, what story do you think this sword will have?”
The rich rchant was stunned by her question.
He thought for a mont and pondered for a mont before saying, “Could it be that this sword was owned by a soldier from the borders? Because the sword broke by chance, it was abandoned.”
Gu Nuo’er shook her head.
“It doesn’t matter what the price of this sword is. I want to find a fated person for it. If it’s fated, I can even give it away for free.”
“Rich rchant uncle, I know you want to thank , but you might not like this sword. If you bring it back, it’ll also be placed in a pavilion. It won’t be a good ho for this sword.”
When the vendor heard her reasoning, he couldn’t help but snort and say mockingly, “Young miss, when it cos to buying antiques, it’s all about feelings.
“Putting aside the fact that your broken sword is inauspicious, it doesn’t have any collector’s value at all.”
Gu Nuo’er looked up and stared at him with her big black eyes.
“But what if I were to say that this sword was the treasured sword that accompanied the Grace Defender Duke, Old Master Qiao, to kill thousands of enemies in the battle at Lion Pass?”
As soon as these words were spoken, everyone was in an uproar.
The vendor was also frightened by her.
Soon, he ca back to his senses and laughed.
“The Grace Defender Duke is a legend of the Great Qi, a god-like figure! The sword he’s holding must also be a divine weapon. How can it be broken?”
“Miss, you just said that my things are fake. What you’re holding is even more ridiculously fake!”
Gu Nuo’er narrowed her watery eyes, her pink face looking serious.
She suddenly kicked out her small foot.
The fake painting that was placed at the stall just now flew up.
The child held the broken sword and flipped her wrist!
With a sizzling sound, the broken sword cut the painting in half.
The cut was neat and it was not difficult to see how sharp it was.
The sword may be broken and a little rusty, but it was still very powerful.
The vendor was stunned at first, but then he imdiately flew into a rage. “How can you destroy my things?! Aiyo! The Eleventh Prince personally drew this!”
“It’s fake,” Gu Nuo’er said.
The child snorted. “Even after so many years, this broken sword can still cut through things as fine as hair. It’s the Grace Defender Duke’s beloved sword back then.”
The vendor was so anxious that he almost cursed. “You think it is so just because you say that? Who do you think you are? I’ll report you to the officials now and sue you for damaging my property!”
Gu Nuo’er tilted her head and blinked her long eyelashes like an obedient little ball.
“Of course I know. It’s because the Grace Defender Duke is my maternal grandfather!”
Everyone was shocked and looked at the girl.
The vendor was also surprised.
She said that her maternal grandfather was the Grace Defender Duke.
However, didn’t the Grace Defender Duke only have one granddaughter?
That was the current Princess Yaoguang!
Could it be…
The vendor was so frightened that his knees went limp and he knelt down with a plop.
Gu Nuo’er wrapped the broken sword in red cloth again and the child said calmly, “If you don’t believe , you can go to the largest antique shop in front to ask.
“That shop was opened by my second brother. The old appraiser masters all recognize .”
As she spoke, a hint of pity appeared on her small face. “It’s just that I didn’t find a new owner for my grandfather’s sword. What a pity!”
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