The stone path on Lijing Mountain had been laid for several decades, and it was already covered with faint blue lines. Li Qinghong had heard that it was built during the time her third great-uncle, Li Xiangping, was in charge of the Li Family. Few of the craftsmen who laid this road were still alive.
Li Qinghong walked up the mountain on this stone path, looked around, and realized it had been several days since she had seen her younger brother, Li Yuanyun. After searching the mountain, she finally found him in their aunt, Li Jingtian's side courtyard.
The boy was sitting upright in the courtyard, carefully reading a wooden slip. Li Qinghong entered the courtyard, looked at him, and felt a bit uneasy in her heart.
"Yun brother..."
