371 The Artist Makes Peace

Before even entering the Yang Villa, Yujia could tell that things had changed.

The moment she stepped out of the carriage, she noticed how the exterior of the Yang Villa seemed to receive an upgrade. The walls were rebuilt. The weeds climbing up the edges were neatly trimmed. The front door was freshly painted. The villa carried the appearance of a newly constructed mansion— not the deteriorating old structure Yujia was familiar with. 

Yujia was familiar with the robes the servants wore in the past. After all, she had to live in the identity of a servant for quite a while as she investigated the villa. The plain and washed-out uniform servants used to have were replaced. As she stepped out of the carriage, a servant at the front door greeting her, she observed the clean muted green robes he wore. Up close, she could tell that even the stitches were newly sewn, with no frayed fabric anywhere.