The mahogany box had gilded corners and was as deep as an adult's forearm. A hole had been cut into its lid.
The sight of the hole reminded Song Yunzhao of the raffle boxes from her past life. 'Why would they put a box like that here?'
'There wasn't a scene like this in the book.'
All eyes were drawn to the box placed in the center of the hall, and someone asked the Housekeeper what it was for.
The Housekeeper gave the group a meaningful look. "You ladies will find out shortly. Please, take a seat and wait."
Song Yunzhao knew from the Housekeeper's tone that she wouldn't get any answers, so she turned, found a spot by the window, and sat down, pulling Han Jinyi along with her.
Seeing this, the others also scattered and found seats, but their eyes kept darting back to the wooden box in the middle of the hall.
Han Jinyi looked at Yun Zhao. "What do you think that box is for?"
Song Yunzhao shook her head. "It's not for drawing lots, is it?"
