Capital, Zhao Minglang personally directed the planting of the mansion's flowers and herbs and the arrangement of items.
The garden was lush with medicinal herbs and some flowers that could be used in medicine.
Zhao Minghua was squatting between the furrows, sorting mugwort, while Qingsheng leaned against the bamboo fence with a clay pot.
"Young master, I went to the second young master's Champion Scholar Mansion and saw peonies, roses, and peonies blooming brilliantly in the season. But you, the whole land is filled with bitter mugwort and mint; can these be considered flowers?"
Qingsheng poked the perilla leaves with his fingers, the young master's tastes were increasingly peculiar.
"Smell these perilla leaves, crush them and they release a spicy scent, clearing away the richness more than delicate flowers."
