Zuo Guangshu returned to his courtyard. He sat in the pavilion for a while, then stood there for a while.
He had no idea how the time passed. Suddenly, he heard some commotion and turned to look. Jiang Wang was approaching, guided by a servant.
"What did you two talk about for so long?" Zuo Guangshu asked, staring at him.
"Not much." Jiang Wang smiled. "Duke of Huai told me to do well in the Mountain and Sea Realm and not bring shame on your Great Chu Zuo Clan."
"Don't make things up. My grandfather would never say that!" Zuo Guangshu snapped, then added, "Your room is ready. These past few days have been exhausting, so get some rest first. Tomorrow—tomorrow, I..."
Jiang Wang nodded solemnly. "You'll take me to meet your little bride tomorrow. I remember!"
Zuo Guangshu acted as if he hadn't heard him and said with a stern face, "Aunt Wu, please show Mr. Jiang to the guest room."
He clasped his hands behind his back and strode off with his head held high.
Aunt Wu was around forty, with an ordinary appearance, but she was neatly and appropriately dressed. Her words and manners carried the poise of a great aristocratic clan.
She led Jiang Wang to his quarters without saying a word along the way.
Only after showing him the room did she remark, as if in passing, "How could the young duke's courtyard have a guest room? The young duke often stays in this room himself."
Only then did Jiang Wang realize that Zuo Guangshu had given him his own master bedroom. He couldn't help asking, "Where will Guangshu sleep, then?"
It was called a bedroom, but it was actually another small courtyard.
The entire Duke of Huai's estate was courtyard upon courtyard, one luxurious