Returning to the Yan Mansion again, Mu Yiliang suddenly had a feeling as if it were a lifetime ago.
As usual, her arrival was not obstructed. She pushed the main door open and walked in, greeted by Housekeeper Li.
He seemed quite surprised, yet his expression remained as respectful as ever: "Lady Mu, the young master is in the backyard."
After speaking, he hesitated for a moment, as if there was something else he wanted to say, but held back.
Seeing this, Mu Yiliang couldn't help but ask, "Is there something inconvenient?"
He gave a faint smile, "No. This way, please."
When Mu Yiliang arrived at the backyard, she finally understood why Housekeeper Li had hesitated earlier.
Because Yan Sijue was there too...
In the yard, father and son were playing chess.
It was evening, and the twilight shone slantingly in the yard, also casting a faint halo over their two figures, one large and one small.
The lines on the sides of their faces were strikingly similar.
