A young girl entered through the back door, her left hand holding a broom.
When she saw Ye Wanlan's actions, her expression contained no surprise, and without saying a word, she reached out a hand to grab Ye Wanlan's hair.
"Wow!" Qingyun Pendant was shocked, "Her Royal Highness the Princess, be careful!"
With Ye Wanlan's skills, how could she possibly let anyone get close to her?
She merely stepped slightly to the right and back, easily dodging the hand.
The girl clearly hadn't anticipated that she would come up empty, unable to stop her momentum, pressing her entire body onto the glass cabinet.
"Crash—"
The brush was shocked into the air.
The director's eyes widened, he stood still, not daring to move.
This was the interior of the Cangshu Pavilion; each and every artifact in the glass cases was a cultural heritage passed down from ancient times, with extremely high historical and artistic value.
