When one’s own household was in chaos, it was only natural to hope that others would not enjoy peace either.

Whenever a powerful state descended into turmoil, ordinary people eagerly gathered to watch the spectacle.

With both hands clasped behind his back, He Lingchuan straightened his waist, raised his chin, and strode along with all the swagger of a grand lord. “I’ve heard about it, but I have no idea who was responsible.”

Pear blossoms bloomed magnificently throughout the front garden, covering the trees in fragrant snow-white flowers. The two young men passed beneath them, both handsome and graceful as jade trees in the wind.

Beautiful trees and handsome young men—the maids standing some distance were entranced by the sight and found themselves unable to pull their gazes away.

“The boldest rumor circulating throughout Yuan’s court and countryside is that immortals were responsible. A few days ago, I heard State Preceptor Yan mention...