The area where the second branch of the Shen Family is located is truly a harmonious blend of pavilions and towers, exuding everywhere an air of exquisite luxury.
Artificial hills and flowing water surround the area, with flowers and trees flourishing, and a faint fragrance permeates the air, evidently meticulously managed by dedicated personnel every day.
The maids here walk lightly, weaving in and out, occasionally engaging in soft-spoken conversations, but never daring to raise their voices.
Because Su Yurou, the lady of the second branch, has always disliked noise, the entire courtyard is vibrant yet not noisy.
At this moment, within a waterside pavilion, Su Yurou reclines on a soft couch.
A long gown of dark purple outlines a graceful figure, the hem cascading like water, setting off her skin as smooth as snow.
She gently pinches a white jade wine cup with her fingertips, her red lips slightly pursed, a touch of lazy allure between her brows and eyes.
