Upon entering, another pretty maid came to guide the way. Jiang Li saw that within the estate, there was no decoration, just black bricks and white stones, stern to the extreme. It was hard to imagine that someone as bewitching and vibrant as Jih Heng would live here, but on second thought, it seemed quite fitting. His appearance and complexion could make poppies bloom amidst the severity. If it were ostentatious upon ostentatious, it would be like ten miles of red dust, somewhat frivolous.
As they approached the courtyard, from a distance they could see a high stage erected in the square courtyard, where a person with flowing eyes and splendid clothes was singing opera in a high-pitched voice. However, underneath the stage, there was only one audience member, a young person in red, leaning on a bench, isolated and leisurely sipping tea.
The maid smiled and said, "My lord, Miss Jiang the Second has arrived."
Jiang Li stepped forward slowly.
