The fourth son, Bai Daoyan, looked at Zhang Ji with eyes growing cold.
He was usually a gentle and accommodating person.
He believed in harmony bringing wealth!
But, if someone dared to scheme against him.
He had ways to make that person regret ever being born!
Zhang Ji’s knees weakened, and he knelt down.
"Grandpa Bai! Do not listen to Princess’s nonsense. This old servant is loyal and would never do such a thing!"
Bai Daoyan chuckled, his gaze suddenly icy.
"Zhi’er is my sister; she has always been well-behaved, how could she speak nonsense?"
"You persist in denying it, but if I want to investigate, you won’t escape!"
As he spoke, Bai Daoyan turned and instructed the guard, "Investigate all properties and houses under Zhang Ji’s name in the past three years!"
"Don’t forget his son, lest this deceitful servant hides things with his family."
Bai Daoyan stared at Zhang Ji, "I want to see how much someone who took one thousand taels of gold from me can embezzle!"
Zhang Ji’s face went pale, no longer daring to hide.
He cried and kowtowed, "Grandpa Bai, spare my life, I confess! It’s the old servant’s greed for money that took your gold."
"I thought of mixing real with fakes to sell, and not even experts would notice the counterfeits, but I didn’t expect to be discovered by the Princess..."
Bai Daoyan’s gaze grew colder, "How much did you embezzle in total, and how many more are fakes in the shop!"
Zhang Ji shivered in fear under the fourth son’s anger.
"Embezzled... two hundred gold taels."
Immediately, he pointed out several antiques in the shop, "These are all imitated products."
Bai Daoyan’s jaw tightened, his thin lips pressed into a severe line.
He touched the Pixiu bead hanging by his right hand, forcing himself to calm down, to keep his temper in check.
"You really are Grandpa Bai’s loyal servant, displaying counterfeits prominently in the shop."
Suddenly, Bai Daoyan remembered something, "Go, bring out the shop’s treasure from the pavilion, Zhi’er, help your brother see if it’s fake!"
The servant swiftly brought a square brocade box.
Inside, contained a purple jewel the size of a human head.
The luster was smooth, and the shape was plump and round.
Zhang Ji begged repeatedly, "This is real! The shop’s treasure, the old servant wouldn’t dare act rashly!"
Bai Daoyan ignored his words entirely.
He took the box, handed it to his sister Bai Zhi’er.
"Zhi’er, since you have some expertise, help your brother see if it’s genuine or not?"
"It’s said this purple Luminous Pearl is the inner core of a properly cultivated Flood dragon! It brings blessings of longevity and health, if this is fake too, this deceitful servant is truly hateful!"
Bai Zhi’er blinked her bright dark eyes as she examined it.
She scratched her chubby cheek with her little finger, feeling a bit troubled.
The real one was kicked as a ball by her up in the nine layered heaven, already broken.
Now it should be piled in her mother’s Heaven and Earth Treasure Vault.
That identical purple Bright Pearl is indeed the inner core of the Flood dragon.
Though this one is some imitation of unknown origin, it lacks the Spiritual Energy or Mana of the Flood dragon.
All it has is the ordinary shimmer of jewelry, albeit it is certainly a top-grade pearl.
But ordinary people can’t discern that it’s fake, and Zhang Ji may indeed not recognize it.
She furrowed her brows worriedly.
How should she tell Fourth Brother...
Bai Zhi’er didn’t say a word, but Bai Daoyan read something from her small expressions.
His previously gentle face surged with uncontrollable anger.
Bai Daoyan immediately raised the Bright Pearl in the box, ready to smash it on the ground—
"If it’s fake, how could it be the shop treasure, better to destroy it, lest experts see through it in the future and disgrace us!"