Li Gen arrived outside Lin Xiaosu's courtyard gate and bowed, "Lord Li, my Prince invites you to come down the mountain for a gathering. May I ask if you can oblige?"
"Who is your Prince?"
"King Dingbei!"
Lin Xiaosu smiled, "So it's the Seventh Prince! It would be impolite to decline."
"The carriage is waiting at the pavilion entrance, please, my lord!"
"Qing Ying will accompany us!"
"Yes, Lord Steward!"
Li Gen led the way, Lin Xiaosu in the middle, followed by Qing Ying.
The three walked across the large platform outside the Heart Pavilion, onto the bluestone road, and ahead was a gravel road where they boarded the carriage and descended the mountain.
In the basement, He Fanglue squinted his eyes slightly, a sign he was contemplating.
"Father, what is the meaning of being so brazen?"
"Indeed it is brazen, but it's not the brazenness of Li Chengnian, but that of the Seventh Prince." He Fanglue said, "Is it a test?"
The Heart Pavilion is a very special place.
