Yang Jing's gaze swept over the side rooms flanking the courtyard, then fell upon the main house in the center, which faced south. The main house's doors and windows were intricately carved, and a string of dried herbs hung from the eaves. It was clearly the best-appointed room in the courtyard.
He turned to Sun Ningxiang and said with a cupped-fist salute, "Senior Sister, the main house gets good light and should be better furnished. You should take it."
Hearing this, Sun Ningxiang gently shook her head. "I grew up in a Martial Arts Hall with my father, so I've long been accustomed to living in side rooms. I actually find them more comfortable."
Her tone was calm, without a trace of false modesty; it was clear she genuinely meant it.
Yang Jing gazed at her clear, lovely eyes. Seeing her resolute expression, he didn't press the issue.
