The stall owner quickly stood up with a fawning smile.
"Your Highness, please spare this lowly one this once. This lowly one's eyesight is poor and I couldn't tell that this is a treasure."
"If you're willing, can this lowly person spend all my fortune coupled with all the antiques in the stall to buy your treasured sword?"
The vendor stood up straight and almost raised his finger to swear.
"This lowly person promises that I'll definitely cherish this sword well!"
Gu Nuo'er blinked her watery eyes and looked at him. Her face was pink and delicate, and her expression was calm.
"You're a wandering merchant. If the item is in your hands, you won't cherish it. You'll probably be waiting for the price to go up. You'll want to use my grandfather's name to continue earning money.
"If I give this treasured sword to you, it'll be a hopeless life for the sword."