Chapter 1694: Chapter 1521: Spirits Within Antiques 1

When Shuangshuang left this world, the dynastic changes on the continent had all ended, and the Qi Guan Family had not been implicated at all.

However, just before closing her eyes, Shuangshuang suddenly remembered that initially, she wanted to find a small island to spend her days leisurely without any worries.

But ever since she found the island, she seemed to have become busier. At first, she was busy making money to build the island, busy raising private troops to improve her Combat Power, busy recruiting people to the island, busy finding more secluded islands.

As the population grew, she feared chaos without rules, so she started to busy herself with making all kinds of regulations, cultivating managerial talents, and even creating an environment of gender equality on the island.

In the end, besides wearing ancient costumes, the atmosphere and social structure on the island were identical to the gender equality of modern times.

The leisurely life Shuangshuang had imagined never came to pass; in fact, she seemed busier. Even before closing her eyes, Shuangshuang was still busy instructing her three adopted daughters on the future development direction.

This life, she truly worried herself to death. Thinking about this, she felt she might have been more miserable than the previous life’s Shuangshuang! Could she be destined to a life of toil by fate!!!

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Antique City is the largest antique market and appraisal auction trading place in J City. It truly resembles an anciently constructed city, occupying the entire eastern area of J City.

Antique City is not only the largest antique market in J City but also the largest in the country. There is an antique shop located at the corner of this Antique City.

The antique shop is surrounded by a large cluster of bamboo, so you cannot see the shop inside without stepping in. The shop itself is a two-story antique style pavilion with exquisite eaves and corners.

The furniture inside the house is of an ancient style, filled with a classical charm. A beast-headed incense burner on the table emits a delicate fragrance, one that instantly calms a person as if traveling through time.

Fang Yan currently has somewhat of this feeling. She didn’t know why she had walked in here; she liked wandering around Antique City, but she rarely bought antiques.

One aspect is that Fang Yan just enjoys the classical atmosphere of Antique City and its pervasive ancient charm.

She, like many, treats Antique City as a place for leisure, often visiting the gourmet street more than any antique stalls when she comes here.

Another reason is that Fang Yan doesn’t understand antiques. She is afraid of buying something fake, so she only looks but does not buy. Even if she does, she only buys beautifully crafted replicas, not daring to purchase real antiques.

She had seen this bamboo grove often during previous visits and had even wondered curiously why such a large expanse of bamboo was planted here instead of using the land for a shop, given how remote it is, which seemed like a waste.

However, the scenery in the bamboo grove is very beautiful, and sitting there in summertime to enjoy the cool is very comfortable, so Fang Yan still frequently visits.

But today was the first time Fang Yan felt the impulse to walk deeper into the bamboo grove, only to discover this antique shop unexpectedly.

The shop’s style and decor genuinely feel like a store from ancient times transported to the modern age, and it’s impressive that such an exquisite antique shop is established in such a reclusive place.

Though the scenery here is beautiful and elegant, a business should seek exposure and a multitude of customers, but this place was utterly devoid of patrons; it was too deserted.

Not a shadow of a person could be seen, not fearing losses, Fang Yan thought, cautiously stepping into the doorway of the antique shop, only to find that there was not a single person inside! Neither shopkeeper nor boss could be seen.

The arrangements inside the house were unlike typical antique shops; there were no display cabinets, only two rows of treasure shelves showcasing assorted antiques of all types.

What immediately caught Fang Yan’s eye, however, was a red, eye-catching embroidered ball.

Though the embroidered ball was beautifully crafted, it wasn’t the most conspicuous item there. Yet, for some reason, Fang Yan felt an intense liking for this ball at first sight.

After reluctantly gazing at it for quite some time, she began to observe the surroundings. Next to a window stood a sandalwood writing desk displaying pens, ink, paper, and inkstone, along with a pen rack and brush washer, and a sheet of plain rice paper laid out.

Fang Yan approached and found a giant colored fine brush painting behind the desk, seeming to depict a lady’s boudoir, with an extraordinarily familiar embroidered ball placed on the table in the painting.

Fang Yan glanced back at the red embroidered ball on the treasure shelf, then at the painting, repeatedly comparing the two, confirming she hadn’t been mistaken. The ball in the painting was indeed the one on display.

Yet, for some reason, the boudoir in the painting also stirred a peculiar sensation of familiarity in Fang Yan, leaving her puzzled. She clearly hadn’t seen this painting before, so why did it seem so familiar?

"Do you like this painting?"

A cool voice spoke up from behind, startling Fang Yan. She turned around, her eyes instantly filled with amazement upon seeing the woman who had somehow appeared behind her.

The woman was clad in a white cheongsam, adorned with silverish dark patterns on the collar and cuffs, where a plum blossom extended from the shoulder, slanting across the chest, resting at the waist.

With red plum blossoms in bloom, scattered petals swirled down the waist, accumulating in a fluttery layer on the hemline. A subtle fragrance drifted from the woman’s body.

The outfit was stunning, and the woman’s figure was excellent, but what astonished Fang Yan most was her flawless beauty: skin as white and translucent as porcelain, eyebrows slightly raised with an edge of sharpness, almond eyes slightly elongated and exuding a chill.

Her eye color was a pale amber, holding a hint of ancient tranquility, unlike the typical brownish hue of Eastern eyes, and truly rare in its paleness.

Her nose was prominent, and her lips were faintly pink, giving a fragile impression, which further amplified the cool aura, complementing her mildly curled hair cascading over her shoulders like ink.

"Does the customer fancy this painting?"

Seeing Fang Yan turn blankly on seeing her, the woman inquired again, as Fang Yan’s untimely thought floated by about how even her voice was so cool, thinking she truly was a cold Beauty.

However, Fang Yan only spaced out briefly before snapping back, quickly nodding, "Uh, no, I just feel the scene in the painting is somewhat familiar.

It’s strange because I distinctly remember never having seen this painting before, and I don’t know why it feels familiar."

Fang Yan herself wasn’t quite sure what she was saying, feeling somewhat disorganized, while the woman merely smiled faintly, turning towards the treasure shelf to take down the red embroidered ball.

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