White Pavilion Manor.
The elegant pavilions and towers of the estate, the quiet and beautiful pools and water corridors, all spoke of indescribable extravagance and elegance.
At this moment, around the pavilion stood dozens of beautiful maids, each holding a lantern in their palms, illuminating the entire surrounding area brightly.
In the pavilion, Zhao Mengtai, dressed in a black long robe, sat on a stone chair with a four- or five-year-old child in his arms.
The child was plump and fair-skinned, especially his cheeks which, due to a bit of chubbiness, made his eyes appear as small as beans, yet they twinkled with light.
This was none other than Zhao Mengtai's youngest son, Zhao Yunfan.
Zhao Mengtai feigned seriousness, "Little Fan, have you recently annoyed Master Yue?"
Zhao Yunfan blinked his large eyes, "No, Master Yue even praised me as clever and quick-witted, saying I will surely achieve greatness."