Xiao Quan is a manager of a collection hall. He knows about ancient poetry, songs, food, housing, travel, and handicrafts like the back of his hand. At first glance, this garment seems to be Qin embroidery, which has been lost in modern times.,Xiao Quan's brows furrowed. Clearly, being thrown next to horse manure was a stark contrast to the splendor of the red lanterns and candles, yet here it was.,He was a bit dazed and recalled that two hours ago, after the museum closed, Xiao Quan had counted all the artifacts, locked up the museum, and left.。