Shen Ningning stepped down from the carriage and looked up at the entrance of the Ren Mansion, now just a few feet away.
As befitting the residence of a governor, the red lacquer on the doors was brand new, the rivets were gilded, and the roof tiles gleamed as if freshly washed. The two stone lions guarding the entrance were majestic and fierce.
The wet nurse led the way. "Miss, please follow me inside."
Shen Ningning looked down and saw the ground littered with red paper scraps—the remains of recently lit firecrackers. A house servant was in the middle of sweeping them up.
Mo Lingwei asked with feigned nonchalance, "I hear it's a local custom in Ling Mountain City to light a thousand-shot firecracker to welcome a daughter on her homecoming visit. Have they already been set off? How could they have known when we would arrive?"
