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As he began to explore the pavilion further, Li Shuyi noticed the books, papers, and ink brushes scattered around the room. He realized that this was a space where he could study and write poetry in peace, surrounded by the beauty of nature.

As he gazed out of the window, Shijie saw the carefully tended garden surrounding the pavilion, featuring a variety of lush greenery and vibrant blossoms. He felt a sense of calm wash over him as he took in the serene and peaceful atmosphere.

Seeing everything, Shijie didn't know what to feel. On one hand, he couldn't understand why his father would go to such lengths, and on the other hand, he felt burdened, especially after he had seen what the war had done to the people of Li Province. 

Shijie's face suddenly became serious as he stood in the main hall of the pavilion. His eyes glittered with complicated feelings as he turned around and looked at Butler Li and asked, "Sir Li, you said this was made a few years ago?"