In a certain mansion in Yanjing.
Yao Xuan stared at a pool of autumn water, lost in thought.
At that moment, an astonishing surge of power suddenly erupted from the inner courtyard and shot straight towards the heavens.
However, it vanished as quickly as it arrived, and tranquility was soon restored.
"It's the young master!"
Yao Xuan's face lit up with delight, and she quickly stepped into the inner courtyard.
In the courtyard pavilion, a refined and scholarly young man around twenty-one or twenty-two years old seemed to be in high spirits as he grabbed a handful of feed for the fish.
"Young master, have you finished your seclusion?"
Yao Xuan wanted to approach but hesitated for a moment, stopping outside the pavilion.
"No need to be so formal, come in!" the elegant young man said indifferently.
"Thank you, young master!"
Yao Xuan entered the pavilion with a certain nervousness, as if being in close proximity to the refined young man was a great honor.
