On the wedding day, my wife was abnormal

Chapter 1252 The Yohen Tenmoku Bowl

"A gift for meeting? What gift for meeting?" Chess Buddha frowned. He always felt that this kid was up to no good.

"A gift that would make him willingly serve us."

Lin Zhen's lips curled into a mysterious smile.

As he spoke, he took something out of his pocket.

It was a small, unremarkable, even somewhat old, celadon teacup.

The moment all the Japanese generals present saw this teacup, their breaths stopped!

Their eyes, filled with greed and shock, were fixed on the teacup, as if they were seeing not a teacup, but a stunningly beautiful woman, naked and capable of driving the whole world mad!

"This...this is...a Yohen Tenmoku bowl?!"

"And it's the number one in the world, Inaba Tenmoku?!"

Mitsuhide Akechi, who had just been appointed "Governor-General of Wa" and was Oda Nobunaga's former chief strategist, was the first to exclaim in shock!

His voice was filled with an indescribable, extreme shock and fervor!

As someone who considers himself a "refined person" with considerable knowledge of tea ceremony and antiques.

He understood better than anyone else present what this small teacup in front of him truly meant!

A Yohen Tenmoku bowl!

That was a legendary divine artifact from the distant Song Dynasty, which had been lost hundreds of years ago!

Its firing technique has long been lost.

Only three remain in existence.

The bowl in front of us has iridescent spots on its inner wall that resemble the dazzling stars in the vast universe. It is the most perfect and dreamlike of the three bowls!

It was once a prized possession of Shogun Ashikaga Yoshimitsu.

Later, it fell into the hands of Sanhao Changqing.

Ultimately, Oda Nobunaga traded it for a castle from the descendants of Miyoshi Nagayoshi.

It became one of the most important symbols for him to demonstrate his identity as "the people of the world"!

It can be said that in the eyes of all the Japanese daimyo, the value of this small teacup had long surpassed that of money and power.

It is the ultimate symbol of status, position, and taste!

It is the ultimate dream that all "refined people" yearn for!

But this is now a priceless treasure that should have been kept by Oda Nobunaga in the deepest part of Azuchi Castle.

It just so happened that it appeared in the hands of this prince of the Celestial Empire!

And he actually wanted to just casually give this priceless "Number One Bowl in the World" to an old man who only knew how to drink tea?!

This...this is such a waste!

The hearts of all the Japanese generals who surrendered were bleeding.

Their eyes, as they looked at the teacup in Lin Zhen's hand, were filled with naked, insatiable greed—a desire to pounce on it and possess it immediately!

However, Lin Zhen seemed completely oblivious to their fiery glares.

He simply played quietly with the bowl in his hand, which, in his eyes, was nothing more than a pretty little bowl that was fired quite well.

Then he turned his gaze to the disheveled old monk, who also looked shocked and puzzled.

“Senior,” he said, his voice carrying a hint of enigmatic amusement, “now do you think my gift is sufficient?”

The Buddha remained silent.

Although he didn't understand any of that nonsense about tea ceremony, nor did he understand what was so special about this broken bowl.

However, he noticed the fanatical gazes of the Japanese generals who had surrendered around him, each one like a mad dog on steroids.

I have clearly felt the terrifying, devilish power contained within this small teacup, a power capable of overturning everything!

He knew that Lin Zhen, that little monster, was about to unleash his ruthless, bloodless magic again.

He took a deep breath, and a bitter, resigned smile appeared on his disheveled old face.

"enough."

"You little rascal, you always manage to give me some unexpected 'surprises'."

As he spoke, he reluctantly took the priceless bowl from Lin Zhen's hands—a bowl that he considered hotter than a hot potato.

"Speak," he asked weakly, "how do you want me to help you put on this show this time?"

"It's very simple."

"I would like to ask you to impersonate a reclusive tea master from my Great Qian Dynasty."

"Then, take this number one tea bowl and go visit our master, Sen no Rikyu, who is also number one in the world."

"Oh? Just a simple visit?" Chess Buddha raised an eyebrow. He didn't believe this kid would be so kind.

"Of course not." A cunning glint flashed in Lin Zhen's eyes, like that of a fox.

"When you visit him, you can casually reveal a piece of information to him."

"Tell me why you traveled so far to this tiny island nation of Japan."

"It's because you've heard that a tea ceremony genius of extraordinary talent has emerged from here."

"So you want to come and exchange tea skills with him."

"I also want to see if he is truly qualified to possess this 'Number One Bowl Under Heaven,' which comes from your shared hometown."

"A tea ceremony?" The Chess Buddha was completely baffled. "This old man has no idea how to brew any of this nonsense tea."

“You don’t need to know.” Lin Zhen’s smile became increasingly sinister.

"Because you simply don't know how to compare yourself to him."

"You only need to wait until he reveals the ultimate secrets of his so-called 'wabi-sabi tea ceremony'."

"Then tell him in a condescending and disdainful manner."

"His so-called 'ultimate secrets' are nothing more than childish tricks that even a three-year-old could master in our Great Qian Dynasty."

"Then you tell him."

"The highest level of the true tea ceremony is not that ethereal wabi-sabi."

"It's power!"

"It is the kind of supreme imperial power that can decide life and death with a single word and determine the rise and fall of a nation with a single thought!"

“You should tell him,” Lin Zhen’s voice became increasingly devilishly seductive, “that His Majesty the Emperor and His Regent of the Great Qian Dynasty are very interested in his so-called ‘tea ceremony’.”

"I'd like to invite him to Azuchi City for a cup of tea and a chat."

"I'd also like to ask him about it."

"Does he ultimately want to continue being a tea master who can only admire himself in his own little tea room?"

"I still aspire to be like you, holding the finest tea bowl in the world, and deciding the fate of the world with a single word!"

“You said,” he said, looking at the dumbfounded and comical expression on the chess and card Buddha’s face, a smug smile spreading across his face.

"Our proud and self-important 'Tea Sage' has heard your words."

What will he choose?