Bai Zhi’er heard the words, and her big eyes curved into a smile.
Suddenly, she placed her little hand on the pink glaze and pulled it down.
Zhang Ji didn’t even have time to react!
Only a huge crashing sound was heard!
The pink glazed porcelain, worth 600 taels, smashed into pieces!
"Little Princess, what are you doing!" Zhang Ji’s eyes widened, at a loss.
Bai Zhi’er walked her small steps to a painting of magpies perched on branches hanging on the wall.
"Real! Absolutely genuine!"
However, there was another crash!
Bai Zhi’er’s little hand tore the lower half of the painting!
Zhang Ji’s face turned pale: "Your Highness, this painting was a one-of-a-kind piece bought for 400 taels!"
Bai Zhi’er ignored his words.
She held up a sugar-coated hawthorn stick with her little hand and threw it directly!
It hit the large silver carved moon palace ornament placed on top.
Zhang Ji saw the ornament shaking precariously.
He quickly reached out his hands and rushed over to catch it.
However, it was still to no avail!
With a crash, the carved moon palace and its base shattered into pieces.
Zhang Ji collapsed on the ground.
"This was made of pure silver, and it’s destroyed too!"
Bai Daoyan quickly walked in, hearing the noise from behind.
He looked at the mess inside the shop.
Startled, he asked, "What’s going on?"
Zhang Ji immediately knelt on the ground, crying out, "Grandpa Bai, the Princess, she, she destroyed everything!"
"As soon as this old servant said something was genuine, the Princess went over to destroy it. Besides the ancient porcelain vase from the former dynasty, the one-of-a-kind magpie on branch painting is also ruined!"
He cried and pounded the floor, seemingly heartbroken.
Bai Daoyan looked at Bai Zhi’er.
The little one still blinked her big eyes, her expression soft, cute, and calm.
She seemed to be watching Zhang Ji perform, very serene.
Bai Daoyan’s heart softened.
He went over and patted Bai Zhi’er’s head.
"Little sister, don’t worry. If you like smashing things, go ahead; Fourth Brother won’t feel bad."
"As long as your hands don’t get tired."
Bai Zhi’er wiped the sugar syrup off her face with her little hand.
In a sweet, soft voice, she said, "Fourth Brother, the ones I smashed were all fakes! Worthless!"
Bai Daoyan frowned, "What?"
Upon hearing this, Zhang Ji shivered all over, turned around, and knocked his head on the ground.
"Grandpa Bai, please be discerning, these things can’t possibly be fake. Every piece has been personally inspected by this old servant."
"The Princess is young and speaks innocently, which chills the heart!"
"Everyone knows, unless an expert, it’s nearly impossible to distinguish the authenticity of antiques. The Princess is only three years old, and just because of a moment’s joke, so many treasures have been destroyed."
Zhang Ji exclaimed, "What a pity! What a pity!"
After speaking, he quietly glanced at Bai Daoyan’s expression out of the corner of his eye.
Bai Zhi’er pouted, "I’m young, but I’ve seen more good things than the years a deceiving bad guy like you has lived."
"This pink glaze, the color is uneven. The bottom is dark, and the top is light, it’s clearly been tampered with!"
"Moreover, when glazed porcelain shatters, it usually breaks into pieces. Yours turned into powder!"
"It’s obviously a fake made with inferior materials!"
She pointed to the torn painting.
"This is fake because the real one is in the palace. If Fourth Brother wants to see it, I can bring it out tomorrow."
Last time, mother was angry and split open the former dynasty’s ancestral grave, revealing a lot of gold and silver jewelry.
Among them was this unique magpie on branch painting made by predecessors!
Zhang Ji’s face grew increasingly panicked and pale.
Bai Zhi’er looked at the silver moon palace ornament.
"Do I also need to say why this is fake?"
"It’s just a silver-plated iron block!"