"Brother Ci, Father is drinking tea in the front hall."
Wei Ci walked out of Jiang Pengji's house. He briefly refreshed himself before heading to his master's house to visit.
Even though Master Yuanjing was known––presently the most well-known scholar–– throughout the nine prefectures, he lived simply. His residence was neither big nor small. Its decorations were unassuming, and he worked on the courtyard layout himself. It looked like a natural field.
Just as he lifted his hand to knock, the door opened by itself. A somewhat prominent, young, fresh face, full of vitality, appeared in the doorframe.
The person who opened the door was the master's youngest daughter––the most beloved one, who was born when he was old––Zhu Qing Ning.
Wei Ci smiled, tucked his sleeve in, and said, "Is this due to Master's incredible foresight again?"