"The shares in the Noble Hall belonging to Tang are my personal assets, Old Tang Yuan's, and have absolutely nothing to do with the Tang family! If the Third Prince wishes to present them to the Emperor, I, Tang, have no objection. However, I cannot take a loss. Here is the arrangement: out of these three hundred jars, one hundred belong to me. If the Third Prince is interested, he can purchase them at the lowest transaction price from this auction. As for the remaining two hundred jars, I have no opinion on how the Third Prince wishes to dispose of them!" Tang Yuan recited this as if reading from a scroll.

Though the Third Prince's expression was fiercely severe, the fatty completely disregarded him. Facing such a despicable person attempting outright robbery, not verbally tearing him apart was already showing him great restraint. If not for the timely mental transmission received from the exalted Master Jun, instructing him on the strategy, this fatty would have already exploded!

As for the words the fatty had just uttered, they were precisely what Jun Mo Xie had secretly relayed into his ear using the secret sound transmission technique. Therefore, Fatty Tang was parroting every word, speaking it out extremely slowly.

The Third Prince considered the proposition: purchasing one hundred jars at the previous lowest transaction price? That would require three million taels of silver—a sum the Prince did not have readily available. Although Fatty was a commoner, he was backed by the entire Tang family, and the relationship between Old Master Tang and his own Imperial Father was deep. If he truly pressed the issue with Tang Yuan, he might not necessarily gain the upper hand in the end! Thinking it over, two hundred jars were substantial enough. Thus, despite his anger at Tang Yuan's impudence, he decided not to press the matter further.

With this thought, the Third Prince laughed loudly. "Excellent! Since the Head Manager has no objection to the remaining two hundred jars of fine wine, bring men! Load the remaining two hundred jars onto carriages for me. This shall be a grand gift for my Imperial Father! I will certainly report the merits of the Noble Hall!"

"Your Third Highness, are you performing a one-man show?" a lazy, flippant voice drifted down from upstairs. Everyone looked up to see Young Master Jun, his robe open, a look of genuine anger on his handsome face, one large foot propped brazenly on the railing, his legs nearly forming a ninety-degree angle, coldly sneering down at the Third Prince.

"I wonder what Young Master Jun means? How am I putting on a performance!" The Third Prince’s face immediately darkened.

"What do I mean? I just mean that your one-man show is absolutely dreadful!"

Jun Mo Xie let out a strange, cackling laugh. "Fatty Tang is merely the Head Manager of the Noble Hall! This young master here is the actual owner of the Noble Hall! Of these three hundred jars of wine, one hundred are mine! Today, this great master wants to see just who dares move my property without paying! If you want to move them, fine, but you must purchase them at the highest transaction price achieved so far! Not one copper coin less, or don't even think about touching them. Let's see which bastard dares touch Grandpa's things!"

Jun Mo Xie put on a villainous display, and in just a few sentences, he had altered the title he used for himself five times: starting with 'this young master,' then 'this young lord,' progressing to 'this great master,' then 'this old man,' and finally, directly to 'Grandpa'!

He had shown absolutely no deference whatsoever to the Emperor's own son!

"This brat is truly *** arrogant!" Dugu Wudi’s spirit instantly lifted. He turned to his daughter and said, "Why did I never notice that this kid had such guts? Damn it, the things he says are so satisfying to hear! Since when did he develop this? It’s truly rare! He truly lives up to being Brother Jun’s son—a heroic father makes a valiant son. This kind of boldness is truly commendable!"

Dugu Wudi was genuinely moved in his heart. Jun Mo Xie’s seemingly reckless words felt as if they hadn't passed through his brain at all. But such speech required true courage. Take his own family’s seven good-for-nothings; he figured they’d rather die than speak like this. But Jun Mo Xie dared! Whether it was thoughtful or not, in this aspect alone, he surpassed his own son and nephews!

Although the kid was certainly going to face severe reprimand—such words weren't spoken lightly. Even if he, the Great General, had said them, it wouldn't end well!

"Father, can't you stop cursing when you speak? Can't you be more refined when you speak? That's what a nobleman is supposed to look like!"

Dugu Xiaoyi huffed, giving her father a flirtatious side-eye. She felt her father's constant foul language was quite beneath them. Then, twirling a finger, she said with a slight blush, "Daddy, I most enjoy watching Brother Mo Xie play the rogue and the scoundrel. Look at how dashing he is! That bearing, it’s simply too elegant. The legendary magnanimity and noble bearing probably amount to nothing more than this!"

W-what?!

General Dugu Wudi was utterly speechless! Is there any justice in heaven? Her own father curses once and she's displeased, but now this brat acts like a ruffian and a scoundrel, and it’s deemed handsome? And what's this about 'magnanimity and noble bearing, nothing more than this'? How can those words even apply? He might not have gone to school for long, but he still knew what those terms meant!

What kind of logic was that? Even if love makes a toad look like a handsome scholar or a paragon of beauty, this is too far! The difference in how people were treated was simply too vast! His daughter was tilting her allegiance so hard, it was almost around the back of her head!

"What does Young Master Jun mean? Do you mean to say you won't even yield a single jar of wine to my Imperial Father? Does it seem in Young Master Jun's eyes that His Majesty, who worries for the nation and its people and exhausts his energy, does not even deserve one jar of wine from you? Huh?!"

The Third Prince stared at Jun Mo Xie with icy eyes. However, since he was below and Young Master Jun was above, even his fiercest glare required him to look upwards to meet the gaze of the Great Killer Jun.

"I mean nothing! I am conducting business, not running a charity, nor is this a place where just anyone can be bullied!"

The Great Killer Jun didn't care in the slightest about the Prince's vicious glare; he also gave a cold snort, his eyes equally piercing. "I want to ask Your Second Highness what you mean! It’s said that his shares shouldn't be forcibly taken, and you stopped there. But for the fine wine under my name, you still want to dispose of it at will? I wonder if Your Third Highness thinks I, Jun Mo Xie, am easy to bully? Or perhaps you think my entire Jun family is easy to bully? Who exactly is being unreasonable—everyone present knows it in their hearts! As the saying goes, truth speaks for itself, and justice resides in people's hearts. Today's events, this young master will certainly demand an explanation from Your Third Highness!"

Lifting his head, Young Master Jun's voice became intensely sharp: "My Jun family has always preferred breaking to bending, persisting through a hundred tribulations without yielding! Today, in full view of everyone, Your Third Highness has wantonly insulted my entire Jun family. The hundreds of people present are all witnesses! Under such circumstances, how can one bear it?"

Jun Mo Xie’s voice grew filled with grief and indignation: "Pity my Jun family, a lineage of loyal martyrs. My grandfather, Old Lord Jun Zhantian, fought for the nation his entire life, with immense achievements and labor! My father and second uncle sacrificed themselves on the battlefield, their bones lost to the earth! My third uncle was wounded on the frontier, crippled for life! My two older brothers also successively died for the country, passing away in their prime! Our entire clan has lived by drinking the blood of the battlefield and sleeping with horses as their pillows, dedicating themselves completely, only resting in death! Now, the talents of the Jun family are dwindling; the sight is one of desolation, and yet you dare to come knocking at our door and heap humiliation upon us! Where is the justice of heaven?"

"I ask Your Third Highness one thing: what kind of reasoning is this? Is it truly a case of the cunning rabbit dies, the hunting dog is put away, or the soaring bird is gone, the good bow is hidden? Your Third Highness, by doing this, won't you chill the hearts of all meritorious officials in the realm? Just for a mere jar of wine, you act so tyrannically and humiliate the entire family of a devoted servant! Moreover, you actually use His Majesty's name, cloaking yourself in righteousness, borrowing the tiger’s might to do as you please! You! You you you! What is your true intention?! Who is truly without a sovereign or a father, committing such heinous crimes?!"

Young Master Jun’s masterful use of this 'black pot' technique had clearly ascended to a higher, more profound level—it could be called consummate skill, divine subtlety! His first words were to elevate the context to the highest level, and with a flick of his finger, he placed a massive black pot squarely on the Third Prince’s head. How could the Third Prince possibly contend with him? The Prince’s face turned the color of dark purple from rage, panting heavily. He felt that no matter how he replied, it would be wrong. For a moment, he dared not interject.

"My Jun family..." "Wronged!" Young Master Jun let out a cry of "Wronged," dragging the sound out with a long, trembling note that soared upward, whimpering and choking with extreme sorrow. Then, he let out a long sigh to the heavens, his expression exactly like Qin Xianglian, abandoned by Chen Shimei, finally standing in Magistrate Bao's court...

The sound was so piercingly sorrowful that anyone who heard it felt their heart ache. Such an injustice—if heaven had eyes, it would surely summon winter thunder in the summer rain, and snow in the sixth month to express such wrong!

The Third Prince was completely stunned; he nearly vomited several dozen ounces of blood on the spot!

Below, everyone was struck dumb!

This Young Master Jun was too capable of spouting nonsense! He dared to say anything. This escalation to extreme condemnation was terrifying. Earlier, seeing the Third Prince twisting right and wrong and behaving tyrannically, they already thought him a supreme specimen, but compared to Young Master Jun, he didn't even measure up to the dregs! They were not on the same level at all!

This one here was the true grandmaster of twisting black into white, confusing right and wrong, and fabricating things out of thin air!

Dugu Wudi burst into loud laughter. Before the laughter fully escaped, Dugu Xiaoyi, with quick reflexes, clapped a hand over his mouth! If he had actually laughed out loud, things would have become disastrous! Dugu Xiaoyi’s heart pounded; focused entirely on stopping her father’s mouth, she didn't notice she almost choked the poor man trying to plug his air supply.

Pulling his daughter's hand away, Dugu Wudi gasped for air, coughed fiercely, and muttered under his breath, "You little girl, are you trying to murder your own father?!"

Behind Princess Ling Meng, the two figures in black robes—true masters whose composure far surpassed that of ordinary people—found that their astonishing self-control was completely useless. Both stared slack-jawed at the great Young Master Jun, who was now weeping dramatically, a simultaneous feeling of "inferiority" arising within them: the thickness of this fellow's skin was truly unprecedented; they were no match for him!

The Third Prince gasped like an asthmatic for a long time before finally catching his breath. His eyes seemed ready to spit fire. Gritting his teeth, he said, "If that is the case, I will leave your one hundred jars for you as well! Then, regarding the final one hundred jars, there should be no issue?"

"That has nothing to do with me. As for those last one hundred jars, you can't ask me about them either!" Jun Mo Xie’s expression changed instantly to one of complete detachment, as if the matter were none of his concern. "Those belong to the heir of Prince Pingdeng and little brother Yang Mo. What business is that of mine!" Hmph, I’ll add more fuel to the fire. Bully them, bully them...

"Yang Mo! You get out here!" The Third Prince, frantic with anger and more eager to save face, roared. The crowd shook their heads in unison: for a Prince, such a lack of decorum was truly disgraceful...

"W-what? What is it?" Little Yang Mo cautiously poked his head out from upstairs, trembling.

"Are you willing to offer the one hundred jars under your name to your Imperial Uncle?" The Third Prince stared at him coldly and asked sternly.