"Good, there's paper here too, and the ink hasn't dried yet!" Xiao Yan said, delighted after looking at the paper, ink, brush, and inkstone on the desk.
Without these things, no matter how well she imitated the handwriting, her forgery would be exposed at once. With them, of course, it would depend on how closely she could imitate it.
After spreading a sheet of specially made paper flat on the desk, Xiao Yan took a deep breath and cast aside the distracting thoughts in her mind.
Then she reached out and gently lifted the brush her grandfather had just used from its rest, preparing to write an order according to her own wishes.
But as she picked up the brush, Xiao Yan heard a click.
It startled her, and her little face instantly turned white.
"Thank goodness, thank goodness. It wasn't Grandfather coming back," Xiao Yan said with a sigh of relief.
The sudden sound had given her quite a fright, but she could not help looking around, scanning above and below the desk to see just what had made it.
After this inspection, Xiao Yan could not help exclaiming in surprise. Looking down, she saw that a small hidden compartment had actually appeared beneath the desk.
"What's this?" Xiao Yan took a small wooden box out of the hidden compartment. It was only the size of a palm.
Should I put it back? Xiao Yan struggled inwardly. Since it had been kept in a hidden compartment, it was naturally something precious, something her grandfather did not want others to obtain.
Xiao Yan had come this time only to forge a written order. She had never thought of taking anything from the study. No matter how precious the contents of this wooden box were, she would not covet them.
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