The servant boy led Zhao Junyao and Xia Ruqing to the Xia Residence's council hall.
From the front gate to the front yard, the two walked and observed along the way, seeing that the front yard of the Xia Residence remained as rustic and atmospheric as ever.
The yard wasn't adorned with particularly lavish decorations, just a few towering trees that were truly magnificent.
Sunlight shone down from above, piercing through the dense layers of foliage, leaving only dapples on the ground.
Looking up through the gaps between the leaves, one could see the sun obscured by them, resembling the most beautiful and radiant multicolored gem, changing hues as the viewing angle shifted.
"So beautiful!"
Suddenly, Xia Ruqing remembered how, in her previous life in the countryside, her grandmother's yard also had such a lush tree.
Every summer evening, her grandmother would sit under the tree with a palm fan to cool off.
Fanning her while shooing away the surrounding mosquitoes.
