Under the dim light, Fang Hong's gaze fell on that notebook.
It was only two palms in length and less than fifteen centimeters in width, with very few pages, just a thin volume—the pages were slightly curled but well-preserved, with no visible nicks on the edges. With a 'wow,' Fang Hong flipped open the title page with his hand, only to find the next page blank, the paper slightly yellowed.
He rubbed it with his hand; the surface was uneven, feeling somewhat coarse, just like the papyrus found everywhere in this region—but if it were a Queen's diary, it seemed a bit too plain, at odds with her social standing.
Fang Hong noticed a detail: in the commercially vibrant Istania, the royals and nobles here mostly come from wealthy backgrounds, naturally pursuing a kind of luxurious air in their lives.
