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Qing Province City, Zhang Residence.
The courtyard was exquisite and elegant, dotted with rare flowers and exotic plants. Water trickled melodiously beside a rockery.
The eldest young master, Zhang Tianyu, sat quietly in a pavilion, holding an ancient, faintly glowing booklet, his expression focused.
He had a tall, straight posture and a handsome face. Even sitting still, he exuded an undeniable air of authority.
A saber-wielding guard with a reserved aura stood beside him like a statue, perfectly motionless.
Suddenly, a flurry of quick, light footsteps broke the courtyard's tranquility.
A young woman burst in like a red whirlwind, her face alight with smugness and a desire to show off.
"Brother!"
Zhang Ling'Er's voice arrived before she did.
She bounded over in a few steps, plopped down on the stone stool across from Zhang Tianyu, and poured herself a cup of Spirit Tea, downing it in one gulp. "I just did something fun!"
