Chapter 439 - 143 Winter Solstice_4
At this moment, Wen Renyao had made an appointment, and she could take advantage of it to visit the Duke Residence, but... showing up uninvited was something she just couldn’t do as casually as Wen Renyao.
"No problem, you can say that Wen Renyao tied you up and brought you here," Situ Jiuyue said indifferently, as if he had read her mind.
Wen Renyao’s spirits lifted upon hearing this. Far from arguing, he even smiled and said, "Glad to be of service."
And so, the matter was decided in a bizarre turn of events. No sooner had Jiang Li left the Ye Residence than she was whisked away towards the path leading to the Duke Residence.
Since they wanted to avoid attention, Jiang Li didn’t take the Jiang Family’s carriage, but traveled in a carriage with Situ instead. Throughout the journey, Wen Renyao was very talkative, constantly striking up conversation with Jiang Li. By comparison, Jiang Li was much more reserved. The journey wasn’t particularly long, but she found it exhausting. Even Jiang Jingrui, the most boisterous member of the Jiang Family, seemed "tranquil" compared to Wen Renyao. She really didn’t understand how such a graceful gentleman could be so overly friendly. Jiang Li swore that if Wen Renyao just stood by the roadside with his mouth shut and said nothing, he would attract more gazes than by speaking to the girls himself.
When the carriage arrived at the entrance of the Duke Residence, Wen Renyao hopped down. Tonger and Bai Xue helped Jiang Li out of the carriage, only to see Wen Renyao already chatting familiarly with the gatekeeper, urging him to open the grand gates promptly.
He entered as if he was entering his own home.
The gates of the Duke Residence opened.
Having lived two lifetimes, this was Jiang Li’s first visit to the Duke Residence. Rumors about the Duke Residence were either frightening or lascivious, making the estate seem like a holy realm of deities as well as an abyss of hell—an estate tarnished by the tales people told. When Jiang Li stepped inside, she had only one impression: it was beautiful.
Unlike the opulent Ye Family, or the refined Jiang Family, the Duke Residence was as colorful and vibrant as its master. In the cold of winter, the garden was still a riot of colors. Snow covered the branches, with traces of carefully brushed-off snow that hadn’t bowed the petals, making the white snow-laden landscape speckled with bright colors of spring more contrasting. It was hard to determine whether it was early spring or deep winter. Much like its master: whether passionate or heartless, always puzzling.