Thinking of how Chu Yulan had a psychological disorder, everyone hurried over to comfort her. It took more than ten minutes for her emotions to settle down.
Chu Chen hurriedly found a towel and dried the water from the sword, then returned it to its scabbard so that Chu Yulan would not see it and be reminded of anything frightening.
After that, Chu Chen and Zuo Shan loaded everything into the car. Seeing that it was nearly noon, Chu Chen drove everyone home. They would eat lunch first before dealing with the Chixiao sword.
After lunch, Wu Ke and the others said they wanted to go for beauty treatments. Chu Chen naturally had no objection, though he found it rather amusing. Whether it was his mother, his wife, or his younger sister, they were all stunning beauties. So when they went for beauty treatments, were they really going for treatments—or showing off?
Chu Chen could never quite understand women's fondness for beauty treatments, but as long as they did not harm their bodies, he would not object. This also prompted him to urge his researchers to speed up their experiments on the few beauty formulas. Regardless of anything else, at least he would feel more at ease using his own products.
While Wu Ke and the others went for their beauty treatments, Chu Chen brought the Chixiao sword to the museum.
The museum was still packed with people. The restrictions on visitor numbers had caused considerable dissatisfaction among those who failed to buy tickets, and some hot-tempered tourists even began cursing loudly.
Chu Chen was somewhat helpless about it. There was only one Imperial Seal, and although his museum was already very large, it naturally could not compare with a place like the Palace Museum. As a result, the restrictions