Ma Tianhe entered holding a waist-high box.
When opened, inside were three purple-gold bones, seemingly forged from purple gold.
Each about a meter long, as thick as a thigh, judging by their shape, Chu Zhiyuan concluded it was a dragon claw, and one could see the joints.
Chu Zhiyuan looked at Ma Tianhe, "What kind of dragon is this?"
Ma Tianhe glanced around.
Chu Zhiyuan waved his hand.
Zou Fang stepped forward and waved her hand, and the maids serving nearby all withdrew.
Zou Fang personally stepped up and closed the door.
"It's said to be a flying dragon," Ma Tianhe whispered.
As if afraid someone might overhear.
Chu Zhiyuan's sword-like eyebrows raised.
He hadn't expected they really sent a flying dragon bone.
He thought they would send a flood dragon bone instead.
And he hadn't expected the bone to be so large.
Ma Tianhe whispered, "This is a cherished collection of the Director, who said the Princely Heir acts swiftly, but this matter requires some cover-up."
