Fortunately, the furniture of the ancients was mostly made of wood, so her Special Ability perfectly controlled these woods to grow again.
In just a moment, the woods repaired themselves, stabilizing the windows and bed planks while maintaining their old, worn colors, showing no signs of renovation.
The two of them joined forces and in no time had the Snow Garden sparkling clean, ready to move in with just a suitcase.
Bai Junjun was delighted, "It seems we could even start a house renovation business and not worry about making money."
Li Wenli smiled helplessly, "Such heaven-defying methods should still be avoided. If we use them blatantly here, others will think we’re monsters."
Bai Junjun sighed in resignation.
It was a pity to waste such a good opportunity.
Otherwise, with so many dilapidated houses in ancient times, they would have made a fortune.
The two returned to the first courtyard where everyone was busy making a fire to cook.
Li Wenli went over to help, while Bai Junjun had Ah Dao and the others move the things from the Prince’s Mansion to the Snow Garden.
Hearing the name ’Snow Garden,’ Ah Dao was stunned.
After all, his youthful years were spent growing up in the Snow Garden.
Ah Dao, carrying the quilts back to the Snow Garden, felt as if the familiar everything was from a lifetime ago.
In a daze, it almost seemed like his master and fellow disciples were still there practicing martial arts.
Compared to Ah Dao’s profound nostalgia, everyone else was entering the Snow Garden for the first time.
They had just seen the main courtyard earlier, all overgrown with wild grass and in complete disarray.
They had not expected to find such a tidy side courtyard.
The entrance to the courtyard led to a messy landscape garden, and in the middle of the garden, a stone wall blocked the view of what lay behind.
On the stone wall was the character "Snow."
This was also a distinctive feature of this mansion.
Almost every courtyard had a small garden at the entrance, followed by a stone wall that blocked the view inside.
For the ancients, the through draft was a taboo, so this wall was intended to block it.
They walked around the stone wall and saw that beyond lay a spacious courtyard, neatly kept and free of clutter from that point on.
Ah Dao looked at the courtyard and couldn’t help but feel emotional, "This is where we practiced our martial arts every day."
Upon hearing this, Bai Junjun’s mind uncontrollably drifted to the past.
Her Orchid Garden was separated from the Snow Garden by just a scenic little garden; she often heard the sounds of fighting from the Snow Garden, which annoyed her while she was trying to practice the zither.
She would impatiently send someone over multiple times to make things difficult, using the disturbance as an excuse.
Latterly, she did not know when the sounds of fighting from the Snow Garden ceased.
Thinking about the erstwhile owner’s unreasonable and willful behavior, Bai Junjun guiltily shrank her neck, self-brainwashing with the thought: It wasn’t me who did it; it’s none of my business.
But Ah Dao clearly had no time to trouble Bai Junjun.
He just looked at the place with a mix of sadness and yearning in his eyes.
At the end of the martial arts training ground were three rooms, with the Family Head’s room in the middle and a study on each side; one belonged to the Family Head, the other to the Prince.
The Prince’s room was on the left; aside from his room, there were two guest rooms.
However, since the Prince had few friends, these two guest rooms were almost always empty, never occupied.
Opposite the Prince’s side, on the right of the training ground, were three more rooms, designated as the Death Warriors’ quarters.
Each room had large communal sleeping areas, with a total of 30 positions.
Xiao Chan curiously asked, "Brother Ah Dao, which room did you sleep in?"
Ah Dao pointed to the room closest to the main entrance.
The rule among the Death Warriors was that the stronger one’s ability, the closer one could reside near their master; the same applied to the rooms.
Being the youngest among the Death Warriors and with the least combat experience, Ah Dao slept in the room farthest on the periphery.