Jiang Xicheng's footsteps echoed softly against the marble floor as he crossed the threshold of his opulent home. The evening sun cast a warm golden glow through intricately carved wooden screens, bathing the entrance hall in a soft radiance.
Passing through a corridor adorned with jade sculptures and intricate silk hangings, Jiang Xicheng arrived at his private quarters. Pushing open the lacquered doors, he entered a room that bore witness to his stature and prosperity. Deep crimson curtains framed the large windows, their silk shimmering as they gently swayed in the breeze. The scent of sandalwood lingered in the air.
A grand rosewood desk dominated the centre of the room, adorned with meticulously arranged scrolls, inkstones, and brushes. Bookshelves lined the walls, cradling ancient texts and volumes on strategy and philosophy. A low, intricately carved table stood by the window, set with a pot of fragrant tea and delicate porcelain cups.
