Dark Night had left out one thing: if Lin Su was willing, he could turn the Lin Family courtyard into a colossal estate spanning a hundred li at any time, transform every pavilion into an imperial palace. But as he had said, if he truly did that, the Lin Family would no longer be a worldly household—it would become a Sacred place of the Literary Way.
How could a sacred place keep company with the mundane world?
Idle people were forbidden near a sacred place.
A sacred place was, in truth, an isolated island within the mortal world.
For some reason, Dark Night's suspended heart quietly settled back into place...
She had to admit that she liked a husband connected to the mundane world. She found everything in this world hard to part with as well...
"I understand what you mean. You can't bear to leave the mundane world. Don't worry, I'll give you a very firm assurance: tonight, the spring water at the border will remain just as pure!"
Damn it!
Lin Su stood there dumbfounded...
The first wave stirred up by Lin Su's return to the residence was deliberately suppressed by him. Before it could rise very high, it swiftly subsided.
The couplet on the main gate had been written by Lin Jialiang...
"Haining, glorious through the ages; Great Cang, mighty for ten thousand years."
It did not specifically highlight the Lin Family, yet the Lin Family's bold grandeur was fully displayed.
The Lin Family no longer needed to deliberately flaunt its Literary Way Foundation, such as its two jinshi scholars or its top-scholar archway.
For beneath today's glory, those titles were already not worth mentioning.
Today's Lin Family stood in Haining, its heart devoted to Great Cang.
It was already the twenty-ninth day of the twelfth lunar