The morning light from the Imperial City shines into the "Qizhen Pavilion" through the carved window lattice, casting mottled light and shadow on the wooden counter. Shang Limo's slender fingers gently touched the bronze animal head in front of him, and his fingertips wandered among the patina, as gracefully as playing a harp.
"A wine bottle from the early Western Han Dynasty, but not the royal standard." He said without raising his head, his voice was low and melodious, "It should have been imitated by a certain prince privately. Look at the lines -" He turned the animal head over and pointed to an almost invisible mark on the inside, "There is a secret mark left by the craftsman here, which is half of the word 'Xin', indicating that it was made by the Xin family craftsmen."
