Zhu Shan's attention shifted to the scroll in her hands.
"What is that, Little Ling?" he asked.
Ye Chen's heart skipped slightly.
She had been holding onto it without realising.
Zhu Shan's gaze was focused and scrutinising.
She couldn't refuse.
Suppressing her hesitation, she handed it over.
"I found it in the coffin," she said, keeping her tone steady. "I don't know what's written on it."
Zhu Shan took it without waiting.
"An unknown script?" he said, opening it.
His eyes moved across the contents.
Then he nodded slowly.
"Indeed. Even I cannot understand it."
His interest didn't decrease. If anything, it grew.
"This is not ordinary," he said. "I have a friend who specialises in ancient texts. I will have him examine it."
He rolled the scroll back up calmly.
"Leave this with me."
Ye Chen lowered her gaze slightly.
"Then I'll leave it to Uncle Zhu."
Her voice sounded obedient. Even respectful.
Zhu Shan's expression eased slightly.
