Wei Jin's mind flashed with bewilderment. What did that smile mean?
He soon found out what it meant.
As everyone eagerly anticipated, Jiang Shu did not bid again, instead, he quieted down like a flag at rest.
Previously, the two had gone back and forth, neither wanting to yield, which made everyone believe they would persistently compete forever.
The King Rui Residence and Duke of Qi Residence were top families in Ye City; thirty thousand taels of silver were nothing to them.
Even a hundred thousand taels for a horse could be afforded; they had to compete to establish supremacy.
At this moment, Jiang Shu unexpectedly stopped responding.
A hot wind churned, and silence filled the arena, the attendant's hand frozen mid-air as if struck by acupoint sealing.
Jiang Shu said indifferently, "Since King Rui likes it so much, I'll let him have this horse."
Wei Jin almost spat out a mouthful of old blood!
A horse for thirty thousand taels, how generous of you to let it go.