Unlike the Yun Mansion, which lacked some of the festive atmosphere, the Shen Mansion was filled with joy this year at the end of the year.
Red lanterns were hanging outside the Marquis Mansion.
The end of the year had passed, yet they showed no intention of taking them down.
At 7:00 AM, Shen Qingshan was already up, stretching his body in the mansion.
In a few days, he would be returning to the Eastern Garrison.
He took advantage of these days to enjoy some peaceful rest.
After strolling around the mansion, Shen Qingshan found a place to sit in Wutong Villa.
He clapped his hands, and the servants brought some refreshments.
Gazing at the pond in front of him, Shen Qingshan casually threw some crumbs into it.
The fish in the pond wagged their tails and swarmed toward the crumbs.
Shen Qingshan enjoyed this feeling the most—what he casually gave was something others had to strive hard to obtain.
And if he didn't give, others couldn't seize it.
