“We’re here. This is martial uncle’s courtyard.” Ying Bai Chuan led Sima You Yue to a courtyard. He knocked on the door before entering.

  Sima You Yue saw how messy the place was. She could not help but purse her lips.

  Ying Bai Chuan noticed Sima You Yue’s disapproval. “Martial uncle does not like people going inside his courtyard nor does he like people touching his stuff. According to him, it would be harder to find things.”


  “But he doesn’t like to clean.” Sima You Y..