The Xiao Residence was considered the smallest in scale among the Three Great Families of the Inner City.
Fang Han walked all the way after scaling the wall into the courtyard, his gaze sweeping across the pavilions and towers on both sides as he compared them in his heart.
The Xiao Residence occupied a mere few dozen mu of land.
It was nearly half smaller than the ostentatious and extravagant mansions of the Liu Family, and fell a bit short of the resplendent grandeur of the Huang Family.
Yet amidst every brick, tile, blade of grass, and tree, a refined taste that had settled through the ages permeated everywhere.
The rockeries and stacked stones were jagged and staggered, piling up a rustic, wild charm.
Upon closer inspection, the grain and direction of every single stone seemed to have been meticulously chosen.
The winding corridors twisted and turned, and the carved patterns on the pillars were unadorned and understated.
Lacking the flashiness of gold leaf and colored paint, they revealed true craftsmanship right at the blade work.
Amidst the shrouding flowers and trees, winding paths led to secluded spots.
Each time he turned a corner, the scenery before his eyes changed into an entirely new realm.
It was not as ostentatious as the Liu Family, nor as resplendent as the Huang Family.
Yet the underlying strength that emanated from this low-key and implicit nature felt even more like a true aristocratic family.
Accumulated over several hundred years, every single corner radiated an unpretentious yet meticulously crafted charm.
Fang Han walked with his hands behind his back, strolling leisurely as if he were not an outsider who had broken in illicitly.
Following the corridor toward the Inner Court, he encountered a few servants of the Xiao Residence along the way.
A green-robed