"Sir, these are all the collectible versions."

"Please rest assured, sir. Apart from these, you will never see this book anywhere else!"

Xiao Shaoyin nodded lazily, indicating that she understood.

The next step was to load the books onto the carriage. The servants carried the books carefully, fearing that they would accidentally knock them over.

It was only now that they realized that the lady had spent so much gold here, so in their eyes, these books were no different from the gold.

Nan Jian was waiting boredly on the side. Although he had previously been puzzled by Shao Yin's willingness to spend five hundred taels of gold on books, he now understood.

Well, this storybook is really good. So... the gold was spent on something useful.

When I return to Qingqiu, maybe I can get a set from Shao Yin. It would be nice to flip through it when I have free time.

The bookstore owner probably noticed Xiao Shaoyin's distraction, but adhering to the attitude of serving a distinguished guest, he began to enthusiastically engage in one-sided small talk:

"Sir, you don't know yet, right? The author of this storybook has retired."

There was a hint of pity in his words, but he still quietly raised the value of this storybook:

"So, it's totally worth it, sir! To be honest, my superiors have repeatedly invited that author to continue providing manuscripts to the bookstore, but he has refused."

Xiao Shaoyin's expression changed slightly, and she asked, "Why?"

"I'm not entirely sure, but from what I heard, the author has poured his heart and soul into this book, so he's given up on writing."

As he was talking, the bookstore owner suddenly remembered something and hurried to the counter to take out a wooden box.

The boss carefully handed the wooden box to Xiao Shaoyin and said apologetically, "Sir, I'm sorry. I almost forgot to give this to you."

"If I remember correctly, the author seems to have written a sentence at the end of this manuscript. If you are curious, you can take a look."

Xiao Shaoyin didn't know why, but he suddenly felt anxious. He opened the wooden box and saw the slightly yellowed paper inside. His fingertips trembled slightly, and finally, he suddenly had a little courage and flipped to the end of the manuscript. There was only one sentence written on the blank page -

“All my hard work and love are in this book.”