"Lord Xia, the ten snowflakes were taken from the hands of a young girl from the southern border. She said she picked them up from the roadside," Qiu wanjin kindly reminded him.
How could something picked up by the roadside be anything good?
He hoped that Xia qingchen would understand how absurd his words were and find a way out.
However, what put Qiu wanjin in a difficult position was that Xia qingchen grabbed a snowflake stone the size of a head and weighed it in his hand. "You don't believe me?"
He had already said that they were snowflakes picked up from the side of the road and weren't worth much. How could he believe that these things were worth more than a middle moon beast egg?
"I do, of course I do." Qiu wanjin smiled obsequiously. Could he say that he didn't believe it?