Meng Yao's room was adorned with the trappings of an elegant ancient world, its walls hung with delicate silk tapestries depicting scenes of blooming lotus ponds and soaring dragons.
The soft glow of lantern light cast a warm, inviting ambience across the space, revealing intricate wooden carvings that adorned the furniture and delicate porcelain vases displaying vibrant blossoms.
Seated at her ornate wooden writing desk, Meng Yao's gaze drifted toward a small drawer nestled within its polished surface. With a graceful, deliberate motion, she reached out and slid it open, revealing a hidden compartment that cradled a modest wooden box. Its surface was etched with an intricate pattern of intertwining vines.
