Lou Yi immediately went to the Shanglong Tea House in the west of the city.
He found the shopkeeper and, as before, was invited to a private room to enjoy mid-grade tea and admire ink paintings.
At the same time, a fast horse galloped towards the Su Family.
Su Mansion.
A beautiful woman in white was leisurely reclining on a carved wooden bed.
Her slender fingers, as delicate as green onions, effortlessly held a book as thick as an egg, quietly reading.
Beside her.
An embroidered quilt, a screen with birds and flowers, and a rosewood dressing table.
On the table lay a copper mirror, a rouge box, a jade hairpin, and a gold bracelet, each exquisitely crafted and delicate.
'Dada, dada, dada!'
The sound of hurried footsteps disrupted the tranquility of the boudoir.
The woman in white looked up, reproachfully gazing at the origin of the disturbance.
