Unlimited Black Cards! A Mysterious and Wealthy Young Lady!

Jiang Yan stood guard at the restaurant entrance, ready to give instructions at any time. The entire restaurant was quiet and cozy.

As the plane landed at Kyoto International Airport, dusk slowly enveloped the ancient capital like a dark veil.

Outside the window, the outlines of the Forbidden City's corner tower and the Temple of Heaven's Hall of Prayer for Good Harvests in the distance are bathed in the warm golden light of the setting sun. The upturned eaves exude a sense of historical weight and solemnity, a stark contrast to the modern hustle and bustle of Shanghai.

Jiang Wenxi walked out of the terminal carrying a custom-made velvet handbag. Her moon-white cheongsam with subtle patterns accentuated her slender figure, and the neckline was trimmed with delicate pearls. Beneath the hem of her skirt, she wore a pair of beige high heels embroidered with orchids. Every step she took was graceful and elegant.

Her long hair was loosely tied into a bun, with a jade hairpin inserted at an angle. The coolness between her brows and eyes was softened by the gentleness of the cheongsam, adding a touch of elegance.

"Miss, the car has been arranged." Jiang Yan stepped forward quickly, respectfully took the handbag from Jiang Wenxi's hand, and spoke in a calm tone.

"The vehicle has been inspected and repaired in advance, and the car air freshener has been changed to your usual agarwood scent. Shall we proceed directly to the courtyard house?"

"Hmm." Jiang Wenxi nodded slightly and stepped towards the car. The moment the car door opened, the rich aroma of agarwood wafted out, dispelling the fatigue of the journey.

The car seats are covered with soft suede, and there are handmade cashmere foot mats underfoot. The armrests are fitted with temperature-controlled cup holders filled with perfectly warm Pu-erh tea.

The car smoothly entered the city, and the scenery along the way gradually changed—from rows of modern high-rise buildings to alleyways with blue tiles and white walls, red gates and copper rings, drooping locust leaves, and old people chatting under the walls. Every scene exuded the unique ancient charm and everyday life of Kyoto.

About an hour later, the car slowly came to a stop deep in a secluded alley.

Far from the hustle and bustle of the main road, the only sound is the soft rustling of leaves in the wind, so quiet that it feels as if it is isolated from the outside world.

Jiang Wenxi opened the car door and was immediately struck by the sight before her.

What comes into view is a magnificent three-courtyard siheyuan. The vermilion gate is more than three meters high and adopts the rare "Guangliang Gate" style. A black ebony plaque hangs on the lintel, with the two gilded characters "Jingyuan" written in vigorous strokes, exuding a simple and solemn atmosphere that has been accumulated over the years.

On either side of the gate stand a pair of half-human-sized white marble lions, carved lifelike with wide-open eyes, exuding a majestic and awe-inspiring presence. The door knockers are made of gilded bronze and make a sound when knocked.

The courtyard wall is made of old blue bricks and is two and a half meters high. The top of the wall is covered with blue tiles, and some dark green vines climb the corners, which shows both the grandeur of a mansion and the vitality of nature.

"This is the courtyard house rewarded by the system?" Jiang Wenxi exclaimed inwardly. She had heard people in the industry mention that there were ten top-notch courtyard houses hidden deep in the hutongs of Beijing. They were not something that could be obtained by those with money and power. Most of them carried the heritage of centuries-old families and were true "status symbols".

This Jingyuan is the most mysterious of the ten courtyard houses. It has been vacant for decades, and its ownership has always been a mystery. It is rumored that even the top wealthy families in Beijing coveted it but failed.

Unexpectedly, the system was so generous, directly delivering this rare treasure into her hands.

Just as she paused to gaze, the vermilion gate slowly opened from the inside, and twelve servants dressed in blue robes and small caps filed out, lining up neatly on both sides of the gate. Their postures were as upright as pine trees, and their bows were perfectly measured, their voices loud and respectful, exuding a strong sense of discipline: "Welcome home, Miss!"

Jiang Wenxi's eyes flickered slightly, and she already understood. This group of servants behaved properly, with just the right amount of respect in their eyes, without the slightest bit of unnecessary probing. They were clearly a team of android butlers provided by the system, just like the servants in the villa in Shanghai.

This arrangement was extremely thoughtful, saving her the trouble of recruiting and training servants while ensuring the safety and privacy of her residence to the greatest extent possible. After all, in Kyoto, a place rife with intrigue, privacy and security are of utmost importance.

"Hmm," Jiang Wenxi said in a clear and gentle voice, carrying an innate air of authority, as she stepped into the courtyard.

The vermilion gate slowly closed behind them, cutting off outside prying eyes.

Upon entering the courtyard, one is greeted by a carved screen wall, crafted from a single piece of white marble. The wall is engraved with the character "福" (fortune/blessing) surrounded by a lotus scroll pattern. The lines are delicate and the craftsmanship is exquisite. Sunlight filters through the branches and leaves, casting a warm glow on the wall.

Passing the screen wall, you enter a spacious courtyard with a floor paved with neat bluestone slabs, the gaps of which are covered with moss, exuding a rustic charm.

The courtyard is flanked by east and west wing rooms, with carved wooden doors and windows, brightly painted. Red lanterns hang under the eaves, swaying gently in the wind, adding a touch of warmth to the rustic courtyard.

Directly in front is the main house, which adopts the "three visible, five hidden" layout, with carved beams and painted rafters, flying eaves and upturned corners. Under the corridor, there are pairs of blue and white porcelain vases, with fresh magnolia branches inserted inside.

A rockery and stream are set up in the corner of the courtyard. The babbling water sounds mingling with the rustling of leaves in the wind, infusing this tranquil courtyard with a lively atmosphere.

What's even more remarkable is that while the courtyard retains its classical form, it also conceals modern conveniences—underfloor heating pipes are buried under the bluestone slabs, invisible sensor lights are installed under the corridors, and the main house is equipped with an intelligent control system, taking into account both ancient charm and comfort.

Jiang Wenxi walked slowly along the bluestone slabs, her fingertips occasionally brushing against the carved railings under the corridor, her heart filled with satisfaction.

This tranquil garden is not only befitting her status and style, but also serves as a stable foothold for her in Kyoto, making it a perfect place to stay.

Unbeknownst to Jiang Wenxi, the news of her move into Jingyuan had already spread like wildfire to the ears of the owners of several neighboring residences.

Jingyuan Garden, vacant for decades, has long been a "mysterious symbol" of Kyoto's high society. Now, its sudden arrival of a new owner has naturally stirred up a lot of emotions.

In the neighboring "Guipuyuan", an elderly man dressed in a dark blue Tang suit was sitting behind a pear wood desk in the study, holding a cup of pre-rain Longjing tea in his hands. The tea soup was clear and the aroma was wafting.

The subordinate stood respectfully to the side, his tone tinged with curiosity: "Master, the new owner of Jingyuan next door has returned. Yesterday, servants came early to clean and prepare, spending the whole day tidying up inside and out. It seems they've made thorough preparations."

The old man slowly raised his eyes, a hint of surprise flashing in them. He tapped his fingertips lightly on the table, making a crisp sound: "Jingyuan has been vacant for decades. Even the Gu and Lu families couldn't figure out its background. And suddenly someone has moved in?"

This old man is Su Zhenbang, the head of the long-established Su family in Kyoto. He is quite influential in Kyoto's cultural and business circles and knows the origins of these top-class courtyard houses like the back of his hand.

"The person who can acquire Jingyuan is no ordinary person. The ownership of that courtyard involves secrets from the past, and it cannot be settled simply by having money and power. There must be a deep foundation behind it."

"My subordinates have already sent people to investigate, but we haven't figured out the other party's background yet. We didn't hear the servants call her by her surname, and the vehicle license plate was obtained through special channels, so we can't find out who it belongs to."