Blow

Zhou Zhen was a young master born into silk and luxury. His father was the Dean of Chongzheng Academy, an Eleventh Order powerhouse. From the moment he was born, he had been destined for nobility beyond words.

From the instant of his birth, he had been destined to stand at the pinnacle of all living beings, destined to sail smoothly through life and become a great figure capable of swaying countless people's fates. Yet now he had suffered such humiliation—his own fiancée was entangled with another man. One could well imagine the fury and grievance in his heart.

Watching Zhou Zhen drink himself into oblivion, Zhang Chen did not know how to comfort him for a time. After all, anyone would collapse upon encountering such a thing.

Especially in this ancient age, where rites and laws were so severe, such a matter was simply enough to sweep one's dignity to the ground.

Thinking of Zhang Chen's past life, back in the 1990s, once divorce or a broken engagement occurred, it was a major affair that ruined one's reputation and destroyed one's prospects in life. How much more so in an ancient age with even stricter rites and laws?

In this era where aristocrats ruled the world, even the tiniest blemish was enough to turn someone into a laughingstock.

Zhang Chen raised his wine cup and drank with Zhou Zhen. Before long, Zhou Zhen became thoroughly drunk. Only when the sun had set, and fireflies drifted through the night, did Zhou Zhen stagger away into the darkness.

Watching Zhou Zhen's receding back, the smell of wine around Zhang Chen vanished in an instant. Only a sigh echoed through the mountains. "Zhou Zhen's reputation is ruined."

Although it was not Zhou Zhen's fault, there would always be people eager to seize on