Yao Zhiwan sneered. Was Wen Yi truly anxious, or was he merely pretending?
If that was how he chose to handle things, there was no need to indulge him; let him wait! Yao Zhiwan continued to enjoy herself at her family home with her son, eating and drinking to her heart's content, not caring in the slightest how desperate the Marquis of Pingyang might be.
On Wen Yi’s side, he could neither wait for Yao Zhiwan to return nor get any news from Mr. Liu. No matter if he sent people to the Liu residence or went to inquire himself, the reply was always the same: "Mr. Liu has yet to discern the truth of the matter; we must observe for a few more days."
The time he went himself, he didn’t even get to see Mr. Liu. He was told that the man had gone out to visit a friend, seeking a master to perform divination on behalf of the Marquis.
What else could Wen Yi say? He could only return to his estate and wait in agony.
The more he thought about it, the more his heart ached. These paintings were his prized collection. Though he had recently developed a fascination with chess manuals, these paintings were his lifeblood.
Could it be that the saying "everything has a spirit" held true? Had the paintings taken offense and fled the moment he showed that he valued the chess manuals more?
No, no. Someone must be sabotaging him from behind the scenes.
Yet, the longer it dragged on, the dimmer the hope grew. Whose hands had the paintings fallen into? Could he ever get them back?
Wen Yi was restless d…
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