Ling Qingyu had decided to roam around on the terrace at the highest level above and gazed at the surroundings.
As they opened the doors, the maid cleaning the area saluted and Ling Qingyu greeted back.
But her thought was puzzled. Why was she cleaning at this point of time? Only when Ling Qingyu stepped forward, did she realize, it wasn't as hot as she initially judged.
The pergola above provided sufficient sunshade of a cozy temperature. Underneath, there were several pathways of water channels looping around the floor.
The water was circulating itself via a system like a small river.
Fish were swimming in it happily. It wasn't wrong to call this floor a garden. She even found the waterfall leading downward like a spiral staircase toward the lower floors.
Ling Qingyu brought Zhao Xiurong to the handrail and put her elbows on it. Zhao Xiurong followed suit as both leaned forward and looked down.
