"Figures," said Yang Qing, sighing as his gaze fell on the pile of scrolls and books laid out on the table, to the point that some had spilled over.
"Not one of them says what happened," he added in defeat, closing the last book with an expression of unwillingness.
"I wonder if it will be any different at the main library," he wondered as he looked at the rows of books around him.
His consternation slowly melted from tempered disappointment to a wry chuckle as he looked around this library of his, which was more of a study than a library, given its size. But the collection of books and scrolls that filled its space made it worthy of being considered a library despite its small size.
On a rough estimate, there were at least close to three thousand books and scrolls that called this room home, all neatly settled in the shelves around them, despite the messy display on the table.
