They walked through the quaint main entrance and into the south-facing front courtyard.
The courtyard residence had three successive courtyards.
Entering through the garden gate of the front courtyard, they passed through the covered corridor and octagonal pavilion, stepping over the patterned paving laid by veteran craftsmen of the Fragrant Hills Guild. The estate's waterscape unfolded before them.
A garden courtyard of mountains and water, emerald ripples and koi—it was practically a world unto itself.
Zhang Yang stood within the octagonal pavilion, admiring the pond, feeling the breeze, and savoring the pleasure of ancient wealthy merchants.
Honestly, it really had a certain feeling to it.
He admitted that looking down from a river-view luxury apartment gave one a lofty, expansive state of mind. But the beauty of a Chinese garden style passed down for millennia gave him a bone-deep sense of amazement.
Traditional luxury homes all looked much the same, while truly refined, evocative pure Chinese-style residences were few and far between.
He could already imagine owning such an estate someday—cultivating his body and mind here, living surrounded by mountains and water.
It really... got to him.
"Look, a huge koi!" Xiang Xiaotian leaned out beside the pavilion to look into the shimmering pond.
The brilliantly colored koi scattered through the water, their vigorous vitality rushing toward her in an indescribable wave.
"Now this is what it means to enjoy life." Dong Yaru took a deep breath, savoring the ripples of awe flowing through her heart.
Her family did live in Wulin No. 1, one of Hangzhou's most famous residential developments.
But ever since entering this Chinese-style courtyard residence, every detail of its traditional Chinese aesthetics—the way it used mountains and water to create scenery, the beauty that placed artistic conception above all else—utterly crushed every decoration scheme that claimed