The King of Xiuxianjuan returns to modern times and becomes a landlord

In the fading light of the setting sun, Ying Ni gazed at the ancestral home steeped in history. It stood silently, like an elder who had witnessed countless hardships, silently recounting the legends of the past. The cyan bricks and dark gray tiles appeared particularly ancient in the setting sun, their mottled marks left by time. Each brick and tile carried the family's past glory, as if telling a moving story. Every window and door in the ancestral home seemed to tell of past joys and sorrows, as if recounting the family's rise and fall, its glory and disgrace. Every corner of the ancestral home was filled with traces of history, as if telling of the passage of time and the changes of the years. Standing before the ancestral home, Ying Ni was filled with awe for the family's history and anticipation for the future. She knew that this ancestral home was not only a symbol of her family, but also a cherished memory in her heart.

Ying Ni carefully pulled the key from her pocket, specifically designed to open the ancient gate. She gently traced the key's lines with her fingers, as if she could feel the traces of time it bore. Then, she inserted the key into the lock and gently turned it. With a dull click, the long-closed door slowly swung open. A rich, ancient atmosphere filled her, as if she had traveled back in time to a distant era.

A mottled plaque hangs above the door lintel. The once vibrant paint has faded with age, but the family name remains clearly visible. Though the writing has faded, the weight of history still washes over you, inspiring awe. Every stroke on the plaque seems to recount the family's glory and vicissitudes, filling you with curiosity and awe at its history.

In the courtyard, an ancient locust tree stood tall, its branches lush and vibrant. Sunlight filtered through the leaves, casting dappled shadows on the ground. The old locust tree seemed a silent guardian, witnessing the family's rise and fall. Standing beneath the tree, Ying Ni seemed to hear the laughter of her childhood echoing in her ears, memories shared by generations and the family's most precious treasure. Whenever the breeze blew, the leaves rustled, as if telling of those good old days, immersing herself in the warmth and happiness.

Ying Xuan strolled gracefully through the winding corridors, as if traveling through the river of history. As she walked, a grand hall, richly decorated and intricately detailed, gradually unfolded before her, like a vivid painting. Inside, portraits of family ancestors hung on the walls, each painting telling an ancient story. The figures in the paintings ranged from majestic and solemn expressions, as if scrutinizing the every move of their descendants; others, with benevolent eyes and gentle expressions, seemed to silently watch over every member of the family. Their gazes revealed hopes and blessings for future generations, as if silently transmitting the family spirit and traditions.

In the center sits an antique eight-immortals table, its delicate texture a testament to the passage of time. The table still bears the scent of tea from yesteryear, its delicate aroma seeming to transcend time and space, evoking the joyful gatherings and conversations that once took place here. Chairs are neatly arranged around the table, as if waiting for family members to gather around and reminisce. The surrounding decorations exude an elegance and solemnity, each detail showcasing the family's heritage and taste.

Ying Xuan continued walking deeper, passing through winding paths, and before she knew it, she arrived at the backyard garden. In this tranquil garden, rockery and ponds complemented each other, like a beautiful painting. Small bridges, flowing water, and houses complemented each other, presenting a quintessential Jiangnan water town scene. The water in the pond was crystal clear, and a gentle breeze rippled the water, seemingly telling a story of the past.

The flowers in the garden swayed gracefully in the breeze, exuding a refreshing fragrance that seemed to purify the soul. A variety of flowers bloomed in a dazzling array of red, yellow, and purple, a breathtaking beauty. Their petals, gleaming with dewdrops in the sunlight, looked especially delicate and captivating.

A few birds chirped cheerfully from the branches, their clear and melodious voices bringing life and energy to the tranquil courtyard. Flirting among the flowers or frolicking by the water's edge, they added a touch of dynamism to the tranquil garden. Their long shadows cast by the sunlight seemed to speak of nature's harmony and beauty.

In the corners of the garden, several ancient trees stand majestically, their shades sheltered by stone tables and benches, perfect for relaxing. The lingering aroma of morning tea lingers on the stone tables, evoking a sense of tranquility. The entire garden feels like a paradise, inviting one to linger and unforgettably refreshed.

Gazing at the scene before her, Ying Ni knew clearly that without the meticulous care and maintenance of the clan elders, this mansion would surely have fallen into desolation and decay. The elders, unwavering in their duties, meticulously tended every inch of land and every blade of grass, ensuring that the mansion retained its former splendor and prosperity. Their efforts and dedication were undoubtedly the most worthy response to her grandfather's trust, and also vindicated her father's decision to transfer part of the family business to the clan.

My father's decision not only ensured the better inheritance and development of the family's legacy, but also brought greater stability and harmony to the lives of the family members. Everyone in this family worked towards a common goal, working together to maintain the prosperity of this extended family.

Ying Ni gently pushed open the vermilion door and stepped into her private boudoir. Through the intricately carved wooden windows, sunlight cast dappled shadows, shrouding the tranquil space in a soft golden glow. The delicate scent of jasmine wafted through the air, blending with the delicate incense in the room to create an atmosphere both warm and elegant.

The room's decor is elegant yet luxurious. Several famous calligraphy and paintings hang on the walls, their ink vividly showcasing the home's rich cultural heritage. A delicate celadon tea set sits on the desk, alongside an unfinished embroidery, its fine stitching and intricate pattern evidently the work of a skilled woman. The bookshelves are neatly arranged with a variety of books, from poetry and songs to classics and historical texts, each showcasing the owner's erudition and breadth of knowledge.

At the heart of the boudoir lies a spacious, carved, step-out bed, draped with a soft curtain embroidered with intricate phoenix motifs, a lifelike image, seemingly ready to take flight. A soft brocade quilt and pillows embroidered with peonies grace the bed, each detail evoking the nobility and extraordinary presence of a daughter of an aristocratic family. Beside the bed lies a pair of exquisitely embroidered slippers, their delicately detailed butterfly motifs threatening to dance at the slightest touch.

The entire boudoir was filled with a warm and tranquil atmosphere, naturally slowing one's pace and letting oneself be absorbed in this tranquility and beauty. Ying Ni walked lightly to the window, gazing at the blooming flowers outside and the rolling hills in the distance, her heart surging with an indescribable emotion.