The determination in Yuan Xuan's eyes was like a beam of sunlight shining into Mu Chenyan's heart, lightening her footsteps as she strides...
Mu Chenyan held onto Yuan Xuan's arm as they arrived at the Upper Mansion, where several of the important people had already been waiting.
Due to the number of guests visiting in the Spring Festival celebration, Old Mistress even opened up the front hall for guests to hang out.
The front hall was spacious. The eastern and western walls were decorated with antique shelves made of yellow rosewood. Pretty antique decorations and tools that Old Master Yuan liked were placed on top of them after having been cleaned thoroughly.
Toward the north end facing south was the master's seat, a wide wooden chaise lounge with ornamental carvings. On its side, several intricate chairs made for one person each were placed in order, alternatively separated with a tiny tea table about four feet each side.
