After court, Lu Yuan originally intended to head straight back to the Governor Mansion. However, as he passed the seven-tiered tower, something crossed his mind, and he ordered the carriage to stop.
The coachman knelt on the ground, using his back as a stool.
Lu Yuan stepped onto his back to alight from the carriage, expressionless as he walked into the Book Pavilion.
His gaze swept across the room.
The rows of bookshelves that had been carefully arranged were instantly obvious.
In truth, his Book Pavilion wasn't particularly messy—even without him paying much attention, someone always kept it tidy. However, the sections organized by Meng Qianqian immediately elevated its grace to a whole new level.
The young servant smiled and said, "Everything here was arranged by Miss Meng. We wouldn't dare touch it—she organized it so beautifully."
Lu Yuan snorted coldly, "Barely passable."
With a wave of his hand, the young servant got the hint and tactfully retreated.
