"So, Proprietor Shen has finally tracked it down." Xiao Heng’s Dark Iron Whip curled around a severed jade belt hook inside the box. "When the new Emperor burned the relics of the previous dynasty in the first year of Yonghe, he never imagined that the Minister of Works had already swapped this batch of armaments for fakes."
He pulled open his collar, and under the dusting of magnetite powder, a dragon-scale birthmark on his collarbone shimmered with a faint light. "These markings are identical to the pattern on the crossguard of the Jingtai Crown Prince's sword. Do you still intend to deceive yourself, Miss Shen?"
Shen Xitang’s Ice Silkworm Gloves brushed over the carvings on the crossbow, and she suddenly tore the Xuanji Lock from her waist and pressed it into the mechanism's slot.
Chapter 39