Wei Zhao went to look at the tiny pouch tied with a thin rope holding a peace charm.
The original small opening on top wasn't very noticeable, and the peace charm wouldn't fall out when placed inside, but now it couldn't be used anymore.
Wei Zhao pressed his lips together.
Generally, at the Duke Shun Mansion, he never allowed servants to enter his study to clean.
Not because there were any unspeakable secrets inside, but he disliked others touching his belongings.
Even if he didn't want them, he'd rather destroy them himself than let anyone else handle them.
Except for Yu Tingwan...
Seeing him silent, eyes half-lowered, looking at the hole big enough for a thumb, Yu Tingwan inexplicably felt guilty.
Yu Tingwan, very softly: "It was already torn."
She glanced at Wei Zhao.
The other party was expressionless.
Yu Tingwan knew how much Wei Zhao valued this item daily, and earlier she was indeed anxious, desperately wanting answers: "Don't mind it."
