As the New Year approached, every family became busy. The Gao Manor was no exception. Servants swept the courtyard, hung red lanterns, and pasted couplets all over.
Qi Lin also went to paste a few couplets. It was not that he liked it, but only then could he leave the study openly.
Great Uncle was good at everything, but he always forced him to study.
"Aiya, I'm so tired!" Qi Lin was afraid that his great uncle would sweat profusely if he couldn't see him, so he specially sat opposite his great uncle.
Gao Yuan was playing a chess game.
Qi Lin was used to it. This was an endgame left behind by a previous dynasty's prime minister. It had been passed down for hundreds of years and no one had cracked it yet. Ever since he remembered it, he could always see his great uncle thinking about this chess game.
