Half an hour later, a carriage arrived. The carriage went directly into the front yard of Tang Garden, the Marquis Chu stepped out of the carriage. Chu Lingxuan came out to greet him with a bow, leading him to his grandfather's courtyard.
Marquis Chu looked around, the place was very unfamiliar to him. He had only been there once as a youth. Because it was once her estate, it was now the safest home for his father, son, daughter-in-law, granddaughter, and the Eleventh Prince, even his most trusted base.
The courtyard was dim, not a single lamp was lit under the corridors. From the entrance all the way to the old man's courtyard, there were more than a dozen begonia trees lined the pathway paved with green bricks. The trees had already bore fruit, and although they were not yet ripe, their sour-sweet scent was already in the air.
If it were spring, the beautiful begonia flowers would be in full bloom; it must be quite a sight.
