Leaving the porch and turning left leads to the largest courtyard—the Liuxiang Pavilion.
In the middle is the ancestral home where the Old Lady resides, and on the right is the courtyard where Xia Wanwan and Chen Yi live.
Chen Yuan followed his memory and ventured deep into the Liuxiang Pavilion.
The servants at the door, perhaps hearing the noise outside or having received a message, silently bowed in respect, their faces showing a hint of joy.
However, Chen Yuan could sense the chill in this residence, as if it lacked liveliness.
Apart from the fragrance of the flowers and plants, there was also a strong scent of sandalwood, faintly accompanied by the sound of Buddhist chants.
Chen Yuan stared blankly at a simple side room deep within the Liuxiang Pavilion, listening to the faint sounds inside, his face involuntarily showing excitement.
It was as if a child returning home from a long journey, feeling a bit timid in his heart.
After a moment.
