Chapitre 106: "Our master is an upright young miss with no special interests,"

When they entered the private room, they were greeted by the soft, golden light of the late afternoon sun streaming through intricately carved wooden screens, casting delicate patterns on the polished floor. The air was thick with the scent of sandalwood and jasmine incense, mingling with the faint aroma of tea.

At the centre of the room, a Kang table gleamed in the sunlight, set on a raised platform accessible by two short stairs adorned with plush, red cushions embroidered with golden threads. The cushions were scattered generously around the room, inviting one to sink into their softness.