The Flowering courtyard was still a picturesque oasis in the Xuan family estate with a light pattering of snow barely sticking to the ground. It was a tranquil space adorned with meticulously arranged peer trees, their gnarled branches, bare for winter, whispering ancient tales to the wind.
Stone pathways snaked through finely planned gardens that would be lush and vibrant in warmer months, leading to the main reception hall.
After Xu Feng's exchange in the charged conversation with his new mother-in-law, Lady Xuan, the servant's veiled and unveiled looks held their curiosity and disgust.
Their eyes, darted between Xu Feng and Lady Xuan, lurking on the border of this unfolding drama. Everyone unknowingly ignoring Xuan Muyang, who was attempting to mark a territory that wasn't his to claim.
