Ye Chutang paused, her eyes lifting slightly.
Ye Heng realized he had overreacted and quickly composed himself, trying to make his voice sound calm.
"Th-those are my treasured collections from over the years. Many of them are one-of-a-kind. If they're damaged, they'll be irreplaceable."
Ye Chutang raised an eyebrow and glanced down at the book in her hand.
"*Spring Sun Mountain Record*?"
It was a travelogue.
"I had no idea you were interested in such things, Second Uncle."
Ye Heng's throat went dry. As he bent to pick up the scattered books and scrolls, he snapped at the servants, "What are you gaping at!"
The servants snapped out of it and scrambled to help.
Once everything was back in the chest, Ye Heng approached Ye Chutang, his eyes fixed on the book she was holding.
"These books are quite interesting. I read them in my spare time."
"Is that so? In that case, I'll have to borrow one or two from you someday," Ye Chutang said with a slight smile, handing the book back.
