Peering through the window, Cai Ping was stunned, her heart leaping into her throat! No matter how meticulously she had planned, she never expected Shangguan Qian to appear out of nowhere.
Even more shocking was that Shangguan Qian had picked up the fake sheepskin manuscript.
If Shangguan Qian handed the counterfeit manuscript to Zhao Qing, and Zhao Qing discovered the switch, all of Shen Wei's schemes would crumble.
Cai Ping's mind raced frantically as she desperately searched for a way out of this predicament.
"Filthy and stinking—better to burn it." Shangguan Qian wrinkled her nose in disgust, not even bothering to open the aged sheepskin book before tossing it into the nearby brazier.
The winter chill had made braziers a common sight in every room for warmth.
The manuscript landed on the scorching coals, quickly blackening under the intense heat. A foul stench filled the air as the pages curled into ash, crumbling at the slightest touch.
