Song Zhiyuan heard the crying coming from the main hall behind him. He paused for a moment, and that instant of hesitation ultimately turned into a sigh that escaped from his throat.
After leaving the main courtyard, he casually walked to Song Lingsu's Chenxiang Pavilion.
The Chenxiang Pavilion was unlike other courtyards, which were planted with many flowering trees. It only had a large phoenix tree, keeping it very simple.
Song Zhiyuan raised his hand to stop the servant from announcing his arrival and walked into the main room himself.
Song Lingsu's room was not filled with precious antique vases, but rather with books, along with various valuable calligraphy and paintings. The room had a faint scent of ink. The place where an Arhat bed should have been placed for rest was instead occupied by a desk with the Four Treasures of the Study on it.
Beside the desk was a beauty couch, next to which stood a large floor-to-ceiling bookshelf.
The fragrance of books was elegant.
