Yang Jing and Sun Ningxiang, accompanied by the father and son Lin Weiyuan and Lin Ziheng, as well as a group of Lin Family Elders, slowly stepped into the Lin Mansion.
Inside the mansion were carved beams and painted rafters, with deep courtyards. The bluestone-paved path was lined with rare flowers and exotic plants. A gentle evening breeze carried their sweet fragrance.
Along the way, servants in uniform would occasionally bow in greeting, their eyes filled with reverence.
Just as the group passed through the Moon Gate in the front courtyard, several female family members approached gracefully from a distant corridor. Leading them was a still-charming, middle-aged beauty.
She wore a dark red brocade robe embroidered with a scrolling lotus pattern, and a jade dangling hairpin was tucked into her coiffure. Her features were gentle, and her expression held the dignified air of a matriarch.
