Feng Qingyang truly didn't expect it; all his calculations were no match for brute force overturning finesse.
He handed over the ornate box obediently, his expression filled with utter despair.
"Should've taken it out from the start."
Xuanyuan Huangdi eagerly opened the box and indeed found a piece of cloth inside.
Li Ping'an couldn't help but tense up.
In this matter, Xuanyuan old brother was purely here for amusement, merely wanting to join the excitement;
whereas Li Ping'an was directly involved, for if Fuxi Shi's letter contained some world-shaking secret, it would surely relate to him.
Xuanyuan Huangdi carefully brought the cloth close to the 'missing a piece' handkerchief.
Li Ping'an almost held his breath, and the study room was silent enough to hear a pin drop.
Feng Qingyang also leaned in, a curious glint in his eyes as he closely examined the object in Xuanyuan Huangdi's hand.
