"Qingluo, come, join mother to go in."
Ye Xue'e, assisted by Ying'er, stepped down from the carriage, wearing the glory unique to an elderly mother, her eyes filled with smiles. She walked towards the front door and held her daughter's small hand.
"Hmm."
Su Qingluo obediently nodded, held her mother's hand tightly, and mother and daughter shared a knowing smile as they crossed the threshold.
The young lads of the Lin Clan cheered and jumped with joy, following them through the door.
Once the masters had entered, the attendants waiting at the front gate pushed the doors closed from both sides.
The six heavy steel doors creaked shut, blocking the prying eyes of any interested onlookers.
**
After enduring a thousand years of trials and tribulations, the architecture within the Duke of Zhen's Mansion was simple yet majestic.