CHAPTER 631: CHAPTER 631: WHOA! THE SCENT OF WEALTH!

His words made both the Eldest Heir and the Third Young Master furrow their brows simultaneously.

The Third Young Master Bai Yaoyu had displeasure written across his sharp eyebrows and bright eyes.

"Fourth Brother, you may have the money to show off in front of our sister, but have you considered what us other brothers will do? Won’t we all be overshadowed by you?"

The fourth son cupped his hands and gave a modest smile: "I’m not that great either."

Third Young Master: ...

Who praised him?

The Eldest Heir Bai Xuanmo chuckled lightly, suggesting, "Our sister is hosting the banquet; we cannot let her bear all the burden. As her brothers, we should share the responsibility."

The Fifth Heir Bai Fengqing nodded: "Big Brother is right, but how can we help her?"

The Eldest Heir raised an eyebrow, his handsome face relaxed: "Everyone contributes their special skills to raise silver."

At this statement, everyone fell silent.

After all, aside from the Third Young Master Bai Yaoyu, who has martial skills and can box,

each heir possesses different talents.

For instance, the Eldest Heir is skilled in medicine and also in poison.

But how to perform?

Cannot possibly poison someone on the spot then heal them?

The fourth son can make money, but can’t possibly demonstrate silver earning on the spot.

The Fifth Heir’s craftsmanship requires time, and the banquet duration is too short, far from enough.

Not to mention the Sixth Prince Bai Xingye, who sat quietly to the side with a somber face.

Recently, he has been cooperating with his medication, his condition stable, rarely going berserk.

It’s already good enough if he doesn’t hallucinate and start slashing out of nowhere.

The fourth son seemed against the idea: "Isn’t that akin to selling performances? We are princely heirs, and today’s guests are famous personalities from various regions, it’s inappropriate."

The Eldest Heir Bai Xuanmo crossed his arms and coldly said: "Then you suggest something."

The fourth son pondered slightly, his refined brow and eyes full of a merchant’s cleverness.

Suddenly, his eyes lit up.

"It’s just like opening up a new shop; I always hire a few supporters before opening."

"This way, creating an image of flourishing business attracts more customers."

"Today our sister hosts the Charity Banquet, merchants are familiar with bargaining, thus we need a few to raise the initial prices!"

Once the atmosphere is set, it’ll be hard to avoid high prices afterward.

The Eldest Heir snorted: "Crafty and opportunistic."

The other heirs pondered for a moment, then the Fifth Heir nodded: "Fourth Brother’s idea is feasible."

They set out to do it immediately, and the fourth son Bai Daoyan stood up to handle the matter.

At this moment, there was a commotion at the door.

"The Princess has arrived!"

The Third Young Master Bai Yaoyu hurriedly stood up: "I’ll go meet our sister, Big Brother and others, please wait."

However, just as he spoke, he noticed the Eldest Heir had already dashed out of the pavilion, two steps ahead of him.

At the entrance, Bai Zhi’er alighted from the carriage.

Feng Fuce, leading the Asura Envoy, followed the orders of Bai Xilie, accompanying her for protection.

As soon as the little one appeared, each of the rich and powerful shouted, "Long live the Princess!"

They knelt down in a throng to pay respects.

Bai Zhi’er’s round eyes scanned from left to right, noting how the crowd dazzled with jewels and glowed with wealth.

Wow! Such a rich fragrance!

Tons of goods will definitely be sold today!

Bai Zhi’er smiled broadly, raising her little hand in a mock grand gesture: "No need for formalities!"

The crowd parted to make way, and Feng Fuce led Bai Zhi’er inside.

For some, never having seen Princess Cui Cuo, they were eager to admire her majestic demeanor.

But what was even more intriguing was the infamously notorious Marquis Wan—Feng Fuce.