Chicheng, Lingxiao Manor.
Little bridges over flowing creeks, galleries and rockeries, all the grandeur befitting a mansion could be seen here. The pathways of cobblestones meandered, full of aesthetic grace, while the main road was standard and well-connected.
The four-story villa's exterior walls not only boasted exquisite carvings but also an abundance of green plants, exuding a scent of scholarly luxury amidst opulence.
Sipping on her juice, Tang Xiaowan was mesmerized; she had a fondness for places surrounded by greenery.
Wow, what a geomantic gem!
So beautiful, just like my Mei Garden, not a single space wasted!
She nodded repeatedly, silently impressed.
If she had to point out a flaw, it would be that the place was too big, almost labyrinthine. However, for Tang Xiaowan, who loved to run around, this seemed more like a plus.
"Tangtang, we're here."
"This is... your family's old house?"
