Spring arrived once more.
Taking advantage of the spring holiday, Song Zhizhou returned to the First District from the Central District. After a quick meal at home, he made a beeline for the Xie Family's estate.
He was fuming, storming inside with a vengeance. The Xie Mansion had been partially renovated early in the year, changing the layout. He wandered around like a headless fly for ages and nearly collided head-on with a servant on their way out.
The servant's arms were piled high with things. Song Zhizhou stepped aside and asked, "Where's Xie Youchen?"
"Marshal Xie is in the study," the servant said.
Song Zhizhou eyed the flowers filling the servant's arms. "Since when did Xie Youchen get into all this flowery, flamboyant stuff?" he asked, perplexed.
Just as the servant was about to answer, Chen Mi, having heard of his arrival, hurried over.
