"Ah! I knew it." Chen Qian shook her head slightly, relieved that she had simply mistaken them. If Xuemei had changed so much, she could only imagine how different her cousin Jiaojiao must look now.
Following this maid named Dongqing into the Regent King's Mansion, she took the opportunity to have a good look at the entire Prince Manor as they walked.
Wasn't the Capital supposed to be bustling? She didn't think so; the streets were no different from Hangzhou Hefang Street, and the inside of the Regent's Mansion was even more plain.
On the surface, it didn't even seem as impressive as the Lin family's residence. But when she was taken into a courtyard, she discovered the true meaning of understated luxury.
Even the most ordinary pillars were made of top-quality golden Phoebe nanmu, beautiful, sturdy, and practical.
This kind of residence was her favorite aesthetic, unlike her grandmother's "tacky" taste of embedding gold into the floor.
