In silence all the way, Qi Yan closed his eyes to rest, and when he opened them again, the sedan chair had already stopped. Ningyuan sat beside him, about to wake himself up.

The General's Mansion, we have arrived.

The golden plaque shimmers on the wall, with characters resembling dancing dragons. It was personally named by the current emperor himself—the Residence of the General of the Nation!

Lifting the sedan curtain, Qi Yan's lips curled into a subtle smile as he gazed at the majestic and imposing general's residence. With a light chuckle, he shook his head twice.

Behind him, Ningyuan flew down and quietly asked, "What is young master thinking about?"

Qi Yan smiled faintly, not saying a word, as he followed in the footsteps of the general's steward.

In the future, the Emperor felt wary of the self-assured and arrogant behavior of the female protagonist, He Hui, which led him to fear the power of the General's Manor. He intended to remove the Puyang Zheng Tiger Seal from General's Manor. The female protagonist, feeling that her reputation had been damaged, took advantage of Puyang Zheng's entry into the palace to dismiss the household servants, hoping to confront the Emperor head-on. However, the Emperor mistakenly believed that the General's Manor was planning a rebellion, and as a result, he imprisoned Puyang Zheng and confiscated the General's Manor...

The future is truly sigh-inducing. I wonder if in the days to come, will the General's Residence still have the same glory as it does now?

"The main host of Hehuan Tower pays a personal visit, which is an honor for the General's Mansion," the steward's polite words echoed in Qiyán's ears, leaving him deeply impressed by the General's Mansion's management system.

In theory, the position of the steward in the General's Estate is higher than that of the boss of the Hehuan Tower. This supposed irony should be interpreted as an implication of privilege. However, the steward's sincere and respectful attitude overturns the meaning of this statement.

With a faint smile on his lips, Qi Yan returned the gesture by cupping his hands and said, "General Fu's mansion is different from others. Because it is our first cooperation, I came in person to avoid any mistakes. I hope the steward will not take offense."

"The old man is impressed!" The butler stroked his beard, a glimmer of admiration in his eyes. "The Lord's consideration is so meticulous, the General's Mansion expresses its gratitude."

"Please, Mr. Steward, don't call me 'Master' or address me in such a formal way. My name is Qi Yan. If you don't mind, you can call me Young Master Qi."

The butler smiled and nodded, "Master Qi, please come in."

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The outer courtyard was bustling with excitement. The erected opera pavilion was splendid and exquisite. Several tables were arranged on both sides, with the main seat placed in the center, where Pu Yangzheng was seated.

In the house at the back courtyard, Ningyuan was being attended by a maid who was helping her put on makeup. Qiyan sat casually on a soft couch nearby, giving instructions with ease.

"You must remember, if someone tries to take advantage of you while you are drunk, don't panic or be afraid. Just go along with it, and he won't dare to do anything to you in front of others," Qi Yan said as he tapped his fingers together. Slowly, he continued, "As for behind your back, I won't let him do anything either. The most important thing is not to mess up this business deal. The General's Mansion has power and influence, so if you offend them, don't blame me for not protecting you."

"Ningyuan takes note of this."

The fragrance of rouge gradually became overpowering in the room. Qiyu furrowed his brows and got up, walking towards the exit. "I'm going out for a walk. If it's not urgent, there's no need to look for me."

As soon as the words fell, the person had already vanished at the doorway. Ning Yuan gazed in that direction, with a desolate heart, and let out a long sigh.

The courtyard of the General's Mansion is neither extravagant nor refined. Everything is left to grow freely, following its own nature, without any special care. Even the artificial mountain by the side of the long pond is formed naturally, with a unique shape. Looking at it, one can't help but appreciate its distinctive charm.

Sitting by the rocks, gazing at a clear pool of water, Qi Yan gradually lost focus and his thoughts drifted away to the ends of the earth.

Dressed in a casual white outfit, he sat leaning against the edge of the rock. His black hair, like ink, was loosely tied behind his head. With the backdrop of green foliage and sturdy stones, his willowy brows, rosy lips, and delicate skin painted a picturesque scene that pleases the eye and uplifts the spirit.

When Puyang Zheng arrived at this place, what he saw was exactly such a scene.