In the warm spring season, Tiandu Cherry bloomed in all its splendor.
The stone path was covered with pink petals. Stepping on them felt like treading across a pink sea of flowers. Under the bright sunlight, they gave off a hazy, fantastical pale-yellow glow.
But there was no time to admire such a beautiful scene.
Cui Xiaoxin hurried along with several maids, guided by a young servant. She was deeply worried that the guards at the entrance would be unable to hold their ground and that someone would truly force his way into her private domain.
If the Cui Clan had still been at the height of its power, why would she have had any reason to worry?
Back then, once people learned that Cherry Blossom Villa was an estate of the Cui Clan, they would not only keep their distance; even when passing by, their footsteps would unconsciously grow lighter.
Now that the Cui Clan had fallen into ruin, her grandfather had crippled his own cultivation, and most of the men had been exiled to the borderlands along with the families of convicted officials, who would still take them seriously?
Cui Xiaoxin knew that even the concubine of a distant maternal uncle had already become entangled with the wastrel young master of a family currently in power in the city. That distant maternal uncle of hers had probably only just reached his place of exile, hadn't he?
Moreover, there were no shortage of domestic quarrels, grudges, and rifts at the Miscellaneous Brocade Estate. A group of women who had been separated from their husbands had gathered together, and their tongues had suddenly become loose. They could turn the living into the dead and the dead into the foul; after passing through three or five mouths, it would spark a