Indeed, bypassing the mottled wall screen, the view suddenly opens up.
A vast courtyard unfurls before the eyes like a painting, clearly borrowing the brilliant landscaping technique of "a world within a pot."
The garden's outer walls are entirely made of finely cut bricks, with azure stone bricks as smooth as mirrors and eaves with drip edges adorned in Song-style lotus patterns.
Next to the moon gate stands a Taihu stone; its slender, wrinkled, and hollowed-out form resembling an immortal guiding the way, casually leaning against the root of the stone is half a broken stele. Upon closer inspection, it turns out to be a fragment of the Yuan You partisan stele, the distinct calligraphy of Su Huang eroded to a blur, with flowers and grass serving as embellishments.
Seemingly casual, yet intricately designed, exuding ancient charm.
And on the black door, the plaque "Su Courtyard" is prominently hung.
"Greetings, Young Master Xiao."
