"Such a spectacle, this arrangement, it seems like I've seen it somewhere before..."
Wen Jiaren desperately searched her memory, and yet a flash of white light seemed to flicker through her mind, causing her head to start aching. She clutched her head tightly, almost falling into the lake, but fortunately managed to grab onto a stone pillar at the corridor's edge, avoiding a disaster.
Once the headache passed, Wen Jiaren heard someone calling her from afar. She quickly bent down, taking cover among the lotuses, pushed open the villa door, and stepped inside briskly.
As soon as she entered, a wave of Spiritual Energy greeted her, making her feel completely refreshed!
Wen Jiaren turned around and saw a calligraphy room, the walls adorned with calligraphy works, all from great masters with their own distinct styles, quite valuable indeed. On the desk lay brushes and ink, indicating the owner frequently visited. "Could this be the Prime Minister's calligraphy room?"
