"Then this set I have is…?"
Jiang Qin shook her head. "No, no, no. This is a collector's piece, and so are the ones for the uncles."
Thankfully, she hadn't sketched the designs for these gifts in front of her three partners.
That way, she could still claim they were collector's items.
After all, those items clearly couldn't have been crafted overnight. Both their style and materials possessed a distinct patina of age.
She didn't dare claim she'd commissioned a master artisan, because she was afraid they'd ask which one.
Then she'd have to invent a person who didn't exist.
This wasn't some ancient era where any old man on the roadside could turn out to be a hidden master.
In the Interstellar age, if you wanted to investigate someone, all it took was a few resources to eventually find a clue or two.
If you couldn't find anything at all, it meant the person either didn't exist or had materialized out of thin air.
Either scenario would easily blow her cover.
