"But your wife has to be an incredibly skilled artist to make the fake look real; otherwise, why wouldn't your senior brother find someone else?" Jiang Nuo carefully examined the majestic painting of the "temple."
He needed to remember where the main hall was, where the side halls were, the quickest path through, and where the most traps were...
"Why do you want me to paint this?"
"I can't tell you right now; you'll know when the time comes." Jiang Nuo looked mysteriously evasive, unwilling to say more.
"Alright, then I'll wait for your news." Mu Qiuniang, not particularly curious, didn't press him further when she saw he was unwilling to speak.
"Oh, right, Letian just came by and said they've caught the person impersonating me. I've asked him to hand the person over to me," Jiang Nuo mentioned casually.
"Hmm! You have a plan, just go ahead. If you need my help with anything, just let me know."
