Inside the surrounding wall was a garden. Standing up and looking around, one's gaze would be filled with a variety of flowers, plants, trees, and the architecture of pavilions, towers, and rockeries—the quintessential backyard of a grand family's estate.
Ruyu's heart instantly surged with envy. More than once, she had fantasized that she wasn't a granddaughter of the Yang Family, but rather a Mingzhu, forgotten by her family and left outside, eventually to return to her rightful life...
And her so-called rightful life was one of luxury—adorned with gold and silver, commanding servants at her whim, leisurely strolling through courtyards like this, or perhaps playing the zither and singing tunes. When she reached marriageable age, a man of handsome appearance and noble status would come to take her away and then pamper her for a lifetime...
Therefore, as she gazed upon such a garden, she truly did not want to leave. She felt that this was where she was meant to live.