Inside here were all his collected erotic paintings. He had specially selected a few masterpieces and placed them in this chest.
Fortunately, these paintings were rolled up tightly. Even if they fell out of the box, not a single one was unraveled. Moreover, he had treated these paintings with that potion, so even if opened, they would appear as nothing more than ink smudges, revealing no clues to others.
Ximen Kankan didn't notice when, at the moment the box hit the ground, a scroll rolled out from under a carriage and stopped right at the foot of a pair of embroidered shoes adorned with plum blossoms.
Xia Shuangshuang and her father Xia Zhongyang were standing by their carriage, watching as servants moved luggage onto the official carriage, exchanging farewell words.
