Xu Feng's gaze sharpened.
The jars… they weren't the usual clay pots common in the marketplace or even the ones he'd commissioned. These were uniform in shape, their bodies slightly tinted, sealed tightly with sturdy lids. But it wasn't just the craftsmanship that caught his attention—it was the silver logo printed on each one.
A delicate, intricate scale, the name Silver Scale written in crisp, elegant strokes beneath it.
His lips parted slightly, a realization settling in.
Was this really… their shop?
For a moment, he simply stared. The storefront had an odd familiarity, but now that he was looking at it with fresh eyes, everything clicked into place. The sleek, polished design, the attention to detail in the jars, and the efficient movement of Jian's man inside all pointed to a collaboration between at least one of his husbands and his brother.