Thus, I sought refuge at Zhongxuan Sheng's Xia Shan Villa.
Compared to the bustling Yaoguang Alley, and the even more bustling Wu'an Marquis Mansion under construction, this place is much quieter.
Of course, it was also to avoid some meaningless entanglements. For instance, the niece of an Imperial Court Adviser, the daughter of the Nine Soldier Commander, the daughter of some minister, or some renowned lady...
Even that Wen Tinglan from the Yan Fu Family had, out of courtesy, organized several poetry gatherings, with many of her close friends present—Heaven help me, what does Jiang Wang understand about composing poetry?
Sitting amongst a group of twittering ladies, listening to their elegant words and songs, was more exhausting than hunting down Shang Yanhu...
Beautiful music of string and bamboo instruments wafted over.
Jiang Wang shook his head lightly in time with the melody, his brush moving swiftly across the paper.
