...
Evening.
The sky turned slightly dark.
A cold wind quietly swept across the earth.
Dry branches and fallen leaves rustled in the cold wind, scraping across the large courtyard, which appeared desolate and empty.
It was evident.
The Zheng Family had declined.
The courtyard had been meticulously arranged, and it must have been prosperous before; now, there were not many maids or servants, and even the fallen leaves on the ground were left unswept.
However...
It was still considered good.
Many families, once they decline, suffer a loss of both people and wealth, like the Chen Family. The Zheng Family being able to retain their courtyard and maintain their status was already a great fortune.
"Young Master Fang."
An old servant came forward:
"My lady invites you."
"Hmm."
Fang Zheng, dressed in formal attire, nodded and followed the old servant into the guest reception hall, where a man and a woman were already waiting.
