Jun Moxie burst into laughter, abandoning further pleasantries. With a sweep of his hand, the two warriors behind him gently set down two wine jars on the low table. Instantly, the focus of all three gazes converged upon those two jars.

"Just this? Only two small jars?" The Prince displayed a measure of disappointment.

"Are these two jars not enough?" Jun Mowu rolled his eyelids. "Ten thousand taels of silver per jar; these two alone are twenty thousand taels of cold, hard cash. It’s too much to drink for free."

"Ten thousand taels of silver per jar?" Old Man Song snorted. "Song has never heard of any fine wine worth ten thousand taels a jar! Based on price alone, this is a hundred, even a thousand times the cost of my own wine. This has certainly opened my eyes." His words carried a distinct double edge, brimming with sarcasm.

"A frog in a well cannot fathom the vastness of the celestial river! How small is the world you've seen," Jun Moxie retorted without courtesy. "What are you waiting for? Let's start quickly; I have matters to attend to this evening."

What an ignoramus, I didn't even mention that mine is blended. My wine should be worth ten thousand taels a cup!

Seeing the young brat's overbearing arrogance, the three felt a surge of indignation. The man in the black robe let out a cold snort, glancing sideways at the wine jars, and stated indifferently, "The aroma is merely average; it doesn't seem like any particularly fine brew."

"Whether it's superior or inferior, one must taste it to know. Before a single drop has passed the lips, how can one judge the wine's quality!" Jun Moyan scoffed back.

The three sat down, their chests puffed out in anger. The two judges had already made up their minds: if the two wines were truly comparable, or even if the brat's wine was marginally better, they would still rule in favor of Old Man Song! Just to see how much longer this brat would remain so arrogant!

A small jar of wine worth ten thousand silver taels? Why don't you just rob the national treasury directly!

"Oh? And who is this little girl here?" Jun Mowu asked, looking at Young Master Yang with surprise, praising him, "Quite pretty, with willow brows and phoenix eyes. The marriage proposals will surely break down your door in the future! Tsk tsk..."

"I am a manly man, a grown-up!" Young Master Yang, angered into forgetting his shyness, released his father's tunic, clenching his small fists tightly. His distinctively dark and bright eyes glared fiercely at Jun Moqi, his voice sharp with youthful vigor.

"Really? I can't tell. You don't even have an Adam's apple. And your voice sounds like a girl's," Jun Moxie shook his head, glancing at him sideways. "How about you pull down your pants to prove it?"

This is clearly defamation. Why would such a little child have an Adam's apple?

"I really am a boy!" The little fellow gripped his waistband tightly, his face flushing crimson, terrified that this shameless, strange uncle would reach for his trousers.

"Fine, let's say you are a boy," Jun Moxie chuckled slyly. "Come here, little girl, watch me challenge your grandfather to a drinking contest." He gestured toward the Prince.

"I am a boy!" the little one roared again in a sharp voice. "And besides, that's my father!"

"Pfft...!" The several people burst out laughing simultaneously, leaning back and forth. Jun Moxie also laughed, ruffling his hair. "Alright, alright, didn't I already say, even if you're a boy, okay?"

"Mm, okay." The little fellow, completely oblivious to the double meaning in Jun Moxie's words, whispered conspiratorially into Jun Moxie's ear, "If you still don't believe me, when no one is around, I'll pull down my pants and show you my ji ji."

Jun Moxie choked, momentarily stunned, utterly defeated!

Although