"Ten years ago, this Qingshui Pavilion could be called a sanctuary for scholars. On ordinary days, many literati and refined gentlemen would visit, drinking wine and composing poetry."
"Among them, the Pavilion Master, Liu Qingqing, who founded Qingshui Pavilion, was famed as the foremost talented woman of her generation."
"It's said that not only was she gifted, but her beauty was also extraordinary and rare—many even compared her to a celestial fairy from above!"
In simple terms: talented, wealthy, and stunning.
Ye Liuyun simply listened calmly, nodding now and then.
For news from ten years ago like this, it made sense Ye Liuyun wouldn't know.
"But ten years ago, a catastrophe struck Qingshui Pavilion—overnight, everyone inside simply vanished without a trace!"
Si Nan had also heard about Qingshui Pavilion back then; otherwise, he might not have known these facts now.
"Sir!"
At this point—
Si Nan suddenly leaned in close to Ye Liuyun's ear, speaking in a low voice.
