The evening breeze echoed through the courtyard, grass blades falling all around. The dim candlelight flickered, casting wavering shadows. In the yard sat a middle-aged woman, her looks unremarkable, yet she bore an air of poise, lounging beside a stone table.
The servant bowed low, trembling as he spoke:
"We questioned Young Master. He says the climate in Eastern Shanyue is pleasant, and he is unwilling to return."
Lu Wanrong shook her head helplessly, sighing softly, and replied kindly:
"Do I not know him yet? He is merely searching for witchcraft in that Shanyue Region... hoping to open the Spirit Aperture. But with his father long gone, there's nothing I can say to change his mind."
