"The Pavilion Master has no plans today."
Ode stepped aside and made an inviting gesture, his tone respectful:
"Young Master Su Yu, this way, please. I'll take you there."
Su Yu nodded and followed Ode through the front hall.
Ode's pace was steady. Every so often, he turned to exchange a few words of small talk with Su Yu, asking about his recent circumstances. His concern was just right, neither excessive nor presumptuous.
After climbing three flights of stairs, Ode finally led Su Yu around a corner.
A carved wooden door appeared ahead of them. A small plaque hung above the lintel, bearing the words "Quiet Room" in elegant, graceful script.
Ode stopped and gently knocked on the door. "Pavilion Master, Young Master Su Yu has arrived."
A clear, gentle woman's voice drifted from inside, like a pure spring flowing beneath the moon:
"Please let him in."
Ode pushed open the wooden door and gestured for Su Yu to enter, then stood respectfully outside.
Su Yu took a deep breath as he looked at the ornate Golden Silk Nanmu door before him.
He gently pushed the door open and stepped inside, bringing the scene within into view.
Tang Yuehua sat gracefully on a soft couch by the window, holding a thread-bound book in her hands. Her fingertips lightly turned the pages, and her expression was focused.
She held a book in her hands, the sunlight falling over her as though coating her in a soft halo.
The afternoon sunlight streamed through the carved window lattice and fell gently upon her.
It seemed to cast a hazy golden glow over her, making her already gentle presence appear even more refined and warm.
Her long hair was loosely tied up, with a few strands of bangs falling beside her neck and shimmering