A few days later, Jiho stood in front of a mansion that blended modern technology with the grace of ancient Chinese architecture. The structure had a unique charm—glass windows reflecting the sun, yet framed by the intricate wooden carvings one might see in historical dramas. As she stepped inside, the interior was like stepping into a different era, reminiscent of old Chinese houses from another time, with a serene atmosphere that held a certain weight.
As Jiho took in her surroundings, a figure approached her. An older man, dressed impeccably in a formal steward's uniform, with a neatly trimmed white beard, greeted her with a warm smile. His voice, steady yet filled with affection, welcomed her back.
"Welcome back, young lady.... My lady," he said, his smile growing wider.
Jiho returned the gesture with a soft smile of her own. "Hello, Grandpa Lu."
Grandpa Lu's eyes twinkled with warmth as he nodded in acknowledgment. "Madam and Sir are waiting for you in the garden, my lady."
