Chapter 8 - Records of the Western Wing

Under the lovely spring sunlight, the Western Wing was like a sea of flower, making Yu Fu unable to walk from the sight.

Passing through outside the Marquis Manor’s main courtyard, following along a little path bedded in pebbles, one can clearly see a winding low wall.

The white stone steps below smooth and delicate, no more than four five layers. Going up, one can see the arched gate with hanging flowers. There was no sign, no inscribed board, on the door, instead expressing a trace of natural wildness.

Two fluttering butterflies flew out, seemingly as if they were welcoming the new master of the Western Wing. Yu Fu smiled as she clapped her hands.

“This place is nice, our Immortals Valley also has many flowers. The butterflies love pecking my fingertip the most!”

As she said this, she reached her hand out, nimbly pinching her fingers into an orchid* shape. That pair of dancing butterflies, as expected, landed on her finger.

(*T/N: A hand gesture in traditional dances where the thumb and middle finger are joined, and the rest extended.)

Gu Huai Jiang raised his brow in surprise. Yu Fu instead pursed her lips and lightly blew, blowing away that pair of butterflies.

She happily bounced towards the courtyard.

Only seeing below her feet a thin stream of spring water flowing by, and on there, a short and small bridge. On either side of the bridge, there was an elaborate handrail, with several crystal ruyi lanterns erect on there.

Further inside, several peach blossom trees strive to stand out brilliantly, and a broad leaved bajiao’s dark green leaves extend out.

Yu Fu smiled cutely.

“No need, just honey water is good, thank you big sister Qi.”

Qi Ting felt delight inside hearing her repeatedly call her big sister Qi, and hurriedly turn to go to the kitchen to prepare honey water.

Once her figure disappeared outside the Western Wing courtyard, Yu Fu stuck her head out and looked around, making sure that the servants Qi An had sent were all not present.

Finally, she relaxed.

“Yao Lan, quickly come out, this flaky pastry is delicious!”