The elderly woman looked up. "Young Master Ayuan."
Four young men from Miaojiang saluted Lu Yuan with a gesture unique to their region.
The elderly woman said, "You all wait outside for me."
They left the room.
The setting sun hung low in the west, the evening embraced the surroundings, and the room was without lights. Shadows intertwined in half-light and semi-darkness, while Bao Shu's calls and the maid's reminders to slow down echoed faintly from the courtyard outside.
The elderly woman spoke, "It's been several years since I was last here, but the Governor Mansion finally feels a little less lifeless."
Lu Yuan was indifferent, showing no intention of engaging in conversation with her.
He was always like this—distant and unapproachable, sparing no warmth even for his own mother.
