In the depth of the backyard, far from the hustle and bustle of the entire mansion, stood a three-story western-style building with red walls and black windows at the end of the stone path.
A hedge surrounded the property, and a meandering artificial stream flowed quietly in front of the door.
Li Qiao followed Shang Yu onto the wooden arch bridge, taking in the architecture around her with some surprise.
This spire-topped building was not connected to either the front or back courtyards, standing alone between the garden and the creek, truly a hidden paradise.
The faded black windows, the scattered towers, and the classic design all stained with the mottling of passing years.
Li Qiao looked at Shang Yu and asked him, "What is this place?"
The man pinched her soft fingertips, walking steadily toward the arched doorway in front of them, "My private residence from before."
Li Qiao understood, it must have been his place before he left the Shang family.
