Humble Tranquility Cottage.

This was the name Su Yi chose for his new residence.

“Humble” because it was rustic.

“Tranquility” because it was quiet and harmonious. 

Feng Xiaoran was delighted about their new residence. Her slender figure darted gracefully through the garden like a rejoicing butterfly. The depths of her big eyes shone with delight.

Feng Xiaofeng was happy too.

Of those immersed in the vicissitudes of the mundane world, who didn’t like this sort of tranquil, elegant courtyard?

It was a world apart from the sibling’s former home in Willow Alley, as wide as the gap between heaven and earth.

Huang Qianjun ordered about a deft group of hourly servants. They were arranging the furniture and various fixtures of daily life he’d just purchased.

Meanwhile, Su Yi just lazed in a wicker chair beneath a wisteria-covered gazebo, his eyes closed in contentment. 

I’m still missing a few attendants! Su Yi thought it rather regrettable. 

It would be lovely to have a gentle-natured servant girl to make me tea, and another with soft, jade-like hands to pound my back and knead my shoulders when I relax. It would be even better if I had a beautiful master of the zither, a musician who doubled as a feast for the eyes…

And I ought to have a clever girl to take responsibility for my...