In a secluded room, there were rows of wooden shelves.
The brocade boxes or small wooden chests that should have been neatly arranged on the wooden shelves were now somewhat messy.
Several brocade boxes had even fallen to the ground.
In the middle of the rows of wooden shelves, there was a young boy dressed as a servant.
At this moment, they were frantically picking up the brocade box that had fallen to the ground and putting it back on the wooden shelf.
Is it because he is too reckless by nature, or because he is too flustered at this moment?
With a "thud," one of the scrolls rolled to the ground.
Just as the boy bent down to pick up the painting from the ground again, footsteps and voices came from outside.
"Alright, there's no need for you to search this place. You may leave."
Another rough voice replied, "Yes, Regent, I will take my leave now."
The footsteps grew closer and louder.
The young boy had no time to put the painting back on the wooden shelf.
Instead, it nervously glanced around, seemingly searching for a hiding place.
As the heavy door was pushed open, the boy's heart pounded at its highest point.
He hurriedly hid inside a large box.
"Tap tap tap," the footsteps grew closer, and the young boy held his breath, clutching the scroll tightly in his hand.
Her little face turned red from holding her breath, but she dared not breathe too deeply, for fear of attracting the man's attention.
But... things always go in the opposite direction; what you fear most is what comes to pass!
For some unknown reason, the man suddenly stopped and turned around, walking directly towards the direction where the boy was hiding.
He stopped in front of the large box, and just as he reached out to open it...
The little boy in the box stared wide-eyed, his pretty face filled with panic and a hint of despair.
Suddenly, a white light flashed from the scroll in his hand.
The next moment, the large box was opened from the outside, and seeing that there was nothing unusual inside, it was closed again heavily.
Meanwhile, the young boy Qu Shaoyu was looking at the scenery and people in front of him with a completely bewildered expression.
Ning Qing, sitting on the futon, looked at the young boy standing there in a daze.
A slight smile played at the corners of her lips.
"What? Are you dumbfounded?"
Qu Shaoyu closed his slightly parted lips and swallowed.
Only then, with wary eyes, did he speak.
"Who are you?"
I looked around.
"Where is this place?"
Ning Qing stood up, went to the stone table, and sat on the stone bench.
He beckoned to Qu Shaoyu, "Come sit here."
Qu Shaoyu took a step back. "Why am I suddenly here? Is this your doing?"
Ningqing...
She curled her lips, glanced sideways at Qu Shaoyu, and opened her mouth as if troubled.
"You're asking so many questions at once? Which one should I answer first?"
Qu Shaoyu pursed his lips and remained silent.
Ning Qing said, "How about this? If you can guess what this place is, I'll answer one of your questions, okay?"
Qu Shaoyu looked around again and found himself in a pavilion, surrounded by a misty fog.
He wanted to leave the pavilion, but he couldn't get out at all.
I tried several times, but the results were all the same.
Qu Shaoyu's expression was heavy with a hint of strangeness as he returned to the stone table and sat down opposite Ning Qing.
"This place is very strange, and I can't guess where it is."
Ning Qing smiled and said, "Since you have come here, you must be destined to be here."
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