After separating from the beaming Ye Zimei, Ye Chen still seemed slightly dazed, as if the virgin fragrance of Ye Zimei still lingered on him, comforting his spirit.
He touched his nose and didn't expect that there were still girls who liked him, especially the most beautiful and talented young lady of the family. He just didn't know what those among his clansmen who harbored animosity towards him, especially those young men who had always cherished Ye Zimei, would think once they found out.
They probably had the urge to kill him.
Ye Chen chuckled and walked into the vast courtyard where his parents lived, a picture of luxury, with artificial mountains and flowing water, bridges and pavilions, red bricks, and green tiles, carved railings, and jade molding—only something a true noble could possess.
In the entire Luofeng City, probably only the three major families had the means to build such lavish gardens and pavilions.
