The Crown Prince Chunyu, richest in the world, owns private residences in both Xinzhou and Chunning, along with numerous estates. Few knew the specifics of his wealth, but it seemed to be omnipresent.
This manor lay at the boundary between Chunning and Xinzhou, backed by mountains and facing the water, built alongside the river.
At this moment, the night rain poured relentlessly, draping the manor in a layer of misty whiteness. The rainfall pounded vehemently on the eaves, sometimes lingering, sometimes softly sobbing.
Inside the house, the fire blazed vigorously, sending fragrant smoke winding upwards. Delicate snacks were arranged on the desk; a scene of tranquil elegance that made one drowsy.
"When the rain stops, I should be leaving." Feng Yun knelt behind a wooden desk, a picture of grace and calm. Perhaps the fire was too warm; a blush tinged her porcelain cheeks, resembling a blooming lotus.
