Etenani hesitated, swirling the goblet along the table, the silver scratching faintly into the plain wood. Most of the Suzdal Manor was filled with plain furnishings. A severe departure from the lavishness of the capital. "I can't be sure of the truth, but your boy Wulfgar hinted there's pressure from at least one of the Sages."
This time, tears begin to roll down Su Mei Fan's rounded cheeks. With her emotion spilling out of control, she frustratingly explained, "Fan'er is not lying! Not only the ink is not drying, it seems like it was not properly diluted and now the water is separating in the surface, creating stain marks, and affecting the others." Su Mei Fan took a page from her servant and turn it towards her. "Water marks are forming around the characters. The—they're turning gray. Somehow. Wait… ah ah! I don't think they're legible anymore! I—I don't know anymore! What to do Sister Ye? If we cannot present these copies to the Eunuch, you'll be left behind!"
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