Jing Yiren, not being able to tolerate Wu Xiujuan's incessant rambling, took Lu Ming out for a leisurely stroll in the courtyard.
Jing Yiren and Lu Ming strolled leisurely on the blue stone slabs of the courtyard, making their way to the gazebo of the side building.
They sat by the lake to rest.
A house servant brought them tea.
Indeed, the Presidential Mansion had fine feng shui and a prime location.
The suburb, with its good air and ventilation, rendered the usually hot and dry September climate surprisingly pleasant within these grounds.
Jing Yiren took a light sip of tea, noticing a maid walking away from the gazebo, clutching an old and worn guqin.
Jing Yiren put down her tea cup, instinctively calling out to stop her, "What are you doing with that guqin?"
The maid, hearing someone call her, instinctively turned her head, realizing it was Young Master Lu and the young mistress.