Shi Fengju saw that the mountain forest was secluded and empty, so he rolled up the carriage curtain to one side and ordered the coachman to slow down and proceed at a leisurely pace, smiling at Sang Wan, "After we pass this valley and go through a patch of forest, making a turn, we'll be there!"
Gazing outside, Sang Wan saw that the forest was a panoply of colors, with red maple and yellow wax trees, along with unnamed purples and reddish-browns, intermingled among the lush green mountains. It was dazzling. Additionally, the roadside, slopes, and forest clearings were full of light purple, golden, and white Chrysanthemum flowers, and red juicy berries so bright that one could only see the fruit and not the leaves, all of them inviting admiration.
"The young master really knows how to pick a place! It's truly beautiful here!" Sang Wan sincerely praised, her eyes full of admiration.
