Just because Yue Mingxuan felt unimpressed didn't mean others agreed.
The emperor's promise of half a royal sedan chair made more than half the people present turn red with jealousy.
They ignored the most important condition that's they had to win the title of Flower God first.
And Yue Mingxuan with no skills in music, chess, painting, calligraphy, poetry, or singing, looked like the least likely person to win.
He tossed a fruit into his mouth and continued eating.
If he couldn't get gold, eating more fruit wasn't bad either.
Ancient fruits were natural and free from pollution.
In modern times, this kind of fruit would be categorized as special supply that ordinary people couldn't afford them.
If he ate enough, maybe it would be worth at least a gram of gold.
Thinking like this, Yue Mingxuan kept stuffing fruit into his mouth while watching Rong Yuelin's spear dance.
Next to him, Rong Tieshan watched Yue Mingxuan eating the fruits as if they were his enemies.
