Cool moonlight bathed Lin'an, while stars spilled across the sky, casting mottled shadows of people and trees.
Luo Qingchen carried Zhushan's corpse out of Lin'an Prefecture. With Li You'an's Sword Qi transforming into a river tide to hold back the many experts, he encountered little interference and left the city directly.
Qin Qianqiu had not died, but after tonight, he was destined to become the laughingstock of all Lin'an—beaten into the ground and cowering inside the Vajra Bell like an old turtle.
This joke would endure for a long time, becoming a source of after-dinner amusement for many of Lin'an's nobles. The more exalted Qin Qianqiu's status, the longer the laughter would last.
For someone like Qin Qianqiu, who cared so deeply for his face, such an outcome was more unbearable than death.
The experts of Prime Minister Qin's Manor swept out one after another. Official forces such as the Lin'an Prefecture yamen and the Black Office also mobilized troops to leave the city and hunt them down.
Lin'an's night was anything but quiet, filled with clamor.
Yet none of it had anything to do with An Le, nor with the small courtyard in Imperial Ancestral Temple Alley.
With the death of Zhushan the coachman and Luo Qingchen's savage beating of Qin Qianqiu, matters had already escalated beyond control. Qin Qianqiu likely would not dare make another move against An Le anytime soon.
The main reason was that Hua Jiebing of Lin Manor had not only returned, but had also brought back the Legendary Scholar, Li You'an...
The news had already spread. Every noble family in Lin'an Prefecture knew of it.
Just moments ago, the expert Qin Qianqiu had stationed at Lin'an Prefecture's city gates to stop Hua Jiebing had been exiled to the Canglang River battlefield by a single