The Yuan Family, Shortgrass Hall.

Yuan Wutong sat upright before his desk, flipping through an ancient tome titled “Ancient Tales of Gold and Stone.”

He wore loose white clothes, and he cut a lean figure. He had a bookish air, like a scholar who’d never participated in worldly conflict.

Everyone in the family knew their leader was an avid reader. Whenever he had a spare moment, he was sure to have his nose in a book. He’d long since lost track of how much money he’d spent amassing books over the years. 

Other people had “studies”, but Yuan Wutong had his own private library!

When he heard footsteps from afar, he didn’t even look up. “That you, Little Xi?”

“How did you know?” Yuan Luoxi was stunned.

Yuan Wutong set down his book and smiled, looking a bit exasperated. “Throughout the entire family, only you would dare barge in here while I was reading.”

“Oh…” Yuan Luoxi suddenly looked sheepish.

“Well, what is it?” Yuan Wutong rose with a smile and personally fetched a chair for his beloved youngest daughter. He then grabbed a teapot and poured them each a cup.

Yuan Luoxi shook her head. “Father, I’ll sit after I’ve said everything.”

Yuan Wutong seemed thoughtful. “It looks like...