Jiaoyue was a little moved when she heard the words. She looked into the half-opened door of the mansion and found that the courtyard was neatly filled with people. She didn't understand what kind of magic power Ren Celadon had that could make the servants in the mansion.
Even though they were so loyal to her, she didn't expect that Celadon would actually leave the world of life in the name of "death". She probably left with no intention of coming back alive.
Jiao Yue walked over and opened the door. People in the yard all knelt down and worshiped her. She ignored them and walked straight into the house. The few maids who were at the door hurriedly followed.
Walking to the main hall, she saw the shrines of Xuanwu God and Suzaku in the eye-catching position. Jiaoyue smiled helplessly. At that time, Ren Celadon probably never thought that she was Qinglong.
Walking further in from the main hall, Jiaoyue began to feel that something was not right. The more she looked inside, the more puzzling she felt. Finally, she stopped and realized that something was wrong:
It seems that apart from necessities such as tables, chairs and benches, there are no valuable decorations in the entire Wusi Mansion. The main hall is decorated with two valuable items, a gold statue and a shrine. I can barely see a few rooms inside, but it is really ridiculously simple when I get closer.
Wu Si's bedroom only has a cold stone bed and a mural on the wall. In the painting is the bright moon, cold and quiet.
It stands to reason that Wu Si's status in the palace is noble and prominent, second only to the Witch King. This should not be the case. What's more, during Ren Celadon's tenure, Beiyun Continent was still the richest place among the four continents.
The maid noticed Yin Jiaoyue's confusion and explained: "We adults have always lived a simple life, because the main hall is used to entertain guests, so we reluctantly decorated it..."
The bright moon pointed to the bed: "Where is that one?" Using stone as a bed can no longer be explained by simplicity.
One of the maids sighed and said: "Actually, we often don't understand it. Sometimes we always feel that the adults are deliberately against us, as if they just do whatever it takes to make her uncomfortable."
"Yes," another maid also interjected, "People below also often talk about how other people's masters like to enjoy happiness, why do we, the adults, like to suffer?"
Hearing such words, Yin Jiaoyue suddenly choked up. Then she looked at the mural on the wall and understood.
In fact, in the past two hundred years, how could Celadon have lived much better than her?