As Wang Shouzhe's carriage arrived at the gate of the Prince Mansion, the steward enthusiastically welcomed him in. He rode a shoulder sedan through the main hall of the front courtyard, heading straight to the rear garden where only close acquaintances were allowed to enter.
In the rear garden, fruits and bowls were already arranged, well-prepared for the guests. Wu Dianshan warmly invited Wang Shouzhe to take a seat and introduced him to another guest.
He was a middle-aged man dressed in casual attire, with a dignified appearance and a sturdy stature. His demeanor was calm and composed, exuding an aura as imposing as a great mountain, simply standing there gave an impression of an awe-inspiring presence, like that of Mount Tai.
His gaze swept across Wang Shouzhe, as if he could see through his thoughts.
Actually, without Prince Wu Dianshan's introduction, Wang Shouzhe, with his astuteness, had already guessed who this man was.
