He was highly trusted by Xiao Yu, and the management of the entire Jiangnan estate was delegated to him.
However, he also cared about Rong Sheng, so anyone who touched Rong Sheng, Xiao Qingyu would want to meet.
Yue Lian was led through several archways, and it took a good half an hour to traverse the opulent garden and reach the main hall.
The main hall's front eaves were supported by four pillars adorned with carved beams and painted rafters; the ten-meter-high hall was spacious and grand, commanding an authoritative presence.
Xiao Qingyu, dressed in a light aqua robe embroidered with emerald bamboo, sat in the place of honor. A gold-trimmed, sandalwood folding fan lay beside him, and the fragrance of snow sprout tea gently wafted from his cup.
"The scent of tea fills the air; Young Master Xiao has quite the refined taste," Yue Lian said as she approached Xiao Qingyu, nodding slightly in greeting.
