Zhulan saw that because the coachman moved too hastily, the oil paper scraped against the broken part of the box, the force was too strong, and it tore a small slit as the truck in front moved away.
Zhulan still got off the carriage and walked to where the items had fallen, crouching down to carefully examine the scattered items. She was about to reach out when someone grabbed her.
Zhulan looked up, "Mr. Rong."
Rong Enqing helped her up and asked, "What are you looking for?"
Zhulan pointed to the ground, not hiding anything, "A truck just passed by and lost something; it was wrapped in oil paper. Some items spilled out, and I came over to take a look."
If Rong Enqing had not been one of the Emperor's men, she would not have explained it outright.
Rong Enqing was stunned; he reckoned the days—it was not right, the merchant convoy coming from Xuzhou Province had not yet reached the capital. He said to the young servant by his side, "You clean this up."
