When Fang Han returned to Tingyu Pavilion, the setting sun was casting its last lingering rays on the courtyard's bluestone slabs, coating the exquisite courtyard in a warm, golden layer.
His little sister, Fang Ying, was squatting by the flowerbeds in the courtyard, her small hands curiously fiddling with a few newly planted orchids.
She raised her head at the sound of footsteps.
Upon seeing Fang Han, she immediately scurried over like a cheerful little sparrow, her short legs wobbly as she ran.
"Big brother, you're back!"
A doting smile naturally appeared on Fang Han's face. He bent down, picked up his sister, and lifted her high, making the little girl giggle.
"It seems I've come at just the right time."
A steady and familiar voice came from the courtyard gate.
Fang Han looked toward the sound and saw Elder Fang Yuan standing at the open gate, a gentle smile on his face.
Two servants stood respectfully behind Elder Fang Yuan, carrying a heavy wooden chest.
"Elder?"
