Fu Miaoxue and Du Lai went to the front courtyard parlour, the place where the old scholar had greeted them.
Maybe because it was daytime, the paper people who used to sit in the parlour were gone.
Despite the absence of the paper people, just the sight of those high-backed chairs was enough to send chills down Fu Miaoxue's spine. She did not dare to look any longer, and went directly to the rear of the parlour, pulling Du Lai along.
This was the old scholar's bedroom.
The furnishings inside were much more extravagant than outside – a golden washbasin, an intricately painted porcelain bottle, a smooth and glossy white jade pillow, and a carved, complex vanity table...
Fu Miaoxue walked over to a luxurious canopy bed and patted on the golden silk quilt that was on it.
"Look at this; the sheets and quilt are all embroidered with gold threads. What kind of person sleeps in such a bed? I don't think even an emperor would sleep in this, right?"
