Suzhou, Yunxiu Mountain Villa.
Beside the clear Bishan Lake, Yun Huai sat leisurely, holding a fishing rod in his hand, with willow branches hanging overhead and the vibrant spring colors reflecting on his plain white sleeves.
"Master, Master—" Yun Shisan came running along the lakeshore, calling out anxiously.
Yun Huai remained focused on the fishing rod, without looking up at him, speaking calmly, "What is it?"
"It's still that third young master of the Ye Family, he has come to challenge you again." As he spoke, Yun Shiliu had already dashed to Yun Huai's side, glanced at the small wooden bucket half-filled with water and devoid of any fish, then turned his gaze to Yun Huai, unable to resist reminding, "Master, you forgot to release fish fry last year, there are no fish in the lake."
The fishing rod moved slightly, Yun Huai leisurely reeled in the fishing line and dropped a one-pound carp into the bucket, "Let him in."
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