The Yin residence was built near the Pingjiang River, an area populated with the mansions of the elite, their vermilion gates and grand households flaunting glazed rooftiles and white walls, towering pavilions and elaborate terraces. The morning light lent the river a glimmering sheen, while emerald grass stretched along the embankment, willow branches swaying gently as a breeze carrying the fresh scent of yesterday's rain greeted the face.
Ran Yan took a deep breath, lifting her gaze to the residence before her. A modest wooden plaque hung proudly on the tall gatehouse, its characters "Yin Residence" boldly inscribed with vigorous, forceful strokes of silver and iron, exuding a majestic yet overly stern presence, which didn't quite match the scholarly reputation of the Yin Family.
With limited ability to appreciate calligraphy, Ran Yan didn't dwell on this and retracted her gaze.
They weren't early, as many carriages had already arrived at the entrance of the Yin residence.
