Suddenly, that illusion of being drenched by the rain surged in his mind again. Li Ang subconsciously lifted the curtain to look outside, only to see the multicolored mountain flowers and Xia Mountain, wrapped and obscured by distant mist.
The Academic Palace was just on the other side of Xia Mountain.
Chai Cuiqiao also stuck her head out of the carriage window, sniffed the scent of the flowers, and whispered, "Young Master, the caravan has slowed down."
"Mmhmm, the carriages ahead must have arrived."
Just as Li Ang had predicted, the caravan of carriages slowed down as they approached the base of the mountain and came to a stop on the slope.
The slope was gentle, the green grass luxuriant. By the clear stream sat more than twenty pavilions, each with three floors, red walls, and green tiles, with decorated eaves flying high. This was the grassland on the edge of the Academic Palace.
