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In fact, regardless of ancient times or modern times, as long as there were people in the sky, it was impossible to avoid a struggle. However, compared to the ancient barbarians who liked to wield weapons to protect their own interests, the rulers of dynasties who had developed to a certain degree preferred to use morality as their weapons.

The face Murong Nan pointed out was too big. In reality, he was secretly mocking Ink Yan. As a big shot, he had to serve the Direwolf Man.

Ink Yan was even certain that if the person who was standing on the throne room today was not her — she was a Chinese agent with thousands of years of elite education, but someone who had been immersed in feudal culture since she was young, her head would no longer belong to him.

"Prince of the South, please."

Ever since she realized that Murong Nan was planning to deal with her, she quickly sorted out the root of the conflict. She pointed the spearhead at Murong Nan and politely asked him.

"May I ask what Lord Wang of Nanjing meant when he said that I had too much face?"

"As a slave, I cannot choose my master. In the end, I have to choose the Heavenly Wolf Man. Or am I saying that I have other intentions, that it is not permissible for me to come to the palace to learn how to cook? "

Murong Nan was stunned for a moment. A voice in his subconscious told him loudly that this forty-nine would be a difficult person to deal with.

But how could a person who was more difficult to deal with not have the experience and strength in politics?

Murong Nan thought for a bit and chose the latter that Ink Yan mentioned.

"As far as I know, you're still General Molda's slave, so you don't have the right to choose your own master. Yet, under these conditions, you rashly agreed to be his disciple. What kind of intentions do you have?"

Before Murong Nan replied, Ink Yan had already predicted that he would choose the second option. What Murong Nan said was right. The important part must be that she would turn to someone else without her master's permission!

At this point, if the hype was good, Inkyan would instantly turn into someone who had two boats under her feet and lacked morals. Let alone staying in the kitchen to learn culinary arts from Wang Dafu, she probably wouldn't exist in this world anymore.

However, she had known Murong Nan for quite some time, and she knew very well what tricks he would use.

"Then, I would like to ask the Southern Prince. How much property did I have with me when I became the general's slave? And what is the highest price I can set for a slave in the law? "

Murong Nan suddenly gritted his teeth. It was as if he suddenly guessed what Mo Yan was trying to do. The puffy face twitched a little, as if it was extremely unwilling to let out a few words.

"You've just become General Molda's slave, you should be worth 600,000 gold."

After Murong Nan gave his first answer, the entire imperial court was filled with gasps!

All the officials present had long seen the bustle of the capital. In their impression, the dancers and slaves were almost the same as paintings. At times when they were cheap, they could be bought with a few coins. The most valuable Courtesan Belle seemed to be worth only a few hundred thousand taels of gold!

However, what the hell was 60 million gold?

"With this status, how can he be a slave?"

Immediately, Ink Yan clearly heard someone in the imperial court draw in a breath of cold air and spoke with a puzzled tone. However, after saying so, the person who spoke seemed to have been kicked secretly, reprimanding him for not saying anything and treating him as a mute!

It was obvious that the value of Ink Yan as a slave had far exceeded the value of a small family. This fact was a serious blow to the self-respecting officials in the court. This was the declaration made while laughing maniacally while slapping the faces of all the civil and military officials in the imperial court.

Me! 49. Even slaves are worth more than you aristocrats!

However, the main objective of the court debate was not to prove that she was rich. The entire purpose was just for Murong Nan's second answer.

"I do not set the highest price for a slave. But I allowed the slaves to ransom themselves. As long as the slave and the owner agreed on the price. Free will be redeemed by paying the money in accordance with the agreement. "

After hearing Murong Nan's reply, Mo Yan slowly asked again.

"Prince of the South, may I ask if the slave you speak of has no highest price or not is equivalent to a slave contract having no price?"

At this moment, Mo Da, who was standing at the side, suddenly looked at Yan Shi Yan with a guilty look, then quickly winked at Murong Nan, as if hinting him not to continue!

49 This guy was very cunning. If you really follow his footsteps, the one who will fall into the pit will definitely be you!

It was a pity that even though Murong Nan knew Molda was hinting at him.

But now, in the throne room, before His Majesty, who stood before hundreds of ministers, everyone was paying close attention to his answer, watching his expression as he spoke. At this moment, any lie he said would be instantly pried into a sieve.

Thus, Murong Nan gritted his teeth even more unwillingly.

"Of course not."

She had spent so much effort to circle around Murong Nan just to hear what he had to say!

"Then my contract must be priced. Could General Mordor show us your contract so that we can all see what my original value was? Is my current worth enough to redeem my freedom? "

Everyone's attention shifted to Molda! His eyes were filled with an incomparable desire.

After all, everyone wanted to know, what would the final price be for slaves with property worth 600,000 taels of gold?

At the moment, Morda could only laugh dryly. After not seeing him for a long time, 49 claws were so sharp? Trying to get away from me, right?

Hehe. How old are you, and how old am I, the general?

After smiling, Molda lowered his eyelids and quickly rolled his eyes in an attempt to think of a countermeasure. In less than a second, he answered.

49 was not really a high price. It was about 10 taels of gold. Logically speaking, he should have been able to redeem his wealth a long time ago. Only, I must announce it. Just a few days ago, when I hinted that he could be redeemed, he actually kneeled down in front of me and offered me the 600,000,000 taels of gold he had, continuing to serve me as a slave.

"I just wanted to ask Your Majesty, if the slave's indenture would still have any effect under these circumstances?"

Afterwards, with Molda at the center, all the ministers within ten meters of him fell into a state of chaos. One after another, an exceptionally intense debate was held about whether it would be useful or not.