That day, the entire Sunset City was thrown into chaos.
The streets and alleyways buzzed with noise, filled with crowds running about to spread the news.
Teahouses and taverns were packed with spectators fervently discussing the matter. Even women, children, and the elderly who normally stayed indoors could not resist peeking out to ask what exactly had happened to the Yan Clan that day.
Only the Xuanyuan Clan did not move.
They stood quietly outside the Yan Residence, watching the guests scatter like startled birds, watching the Yan Clan servants cry out, watching the Ye Clan members leave with grim faces and sleeves flung behind them.
From beginning to end, not a single person spoke, nor did anyone make a move.
It was as though they were merely watching a spectacle that had nothing to do with them.
And in truth, that was exactly what they had done.
Three wine tasters.
Aside from Li Xiangxiang, Shangguan Yan, a female official of the City Lord's Manor, and Manager Meng of the Golden Treasure Pavilion—neither of them said a word from start to finish.
Naturally, there had been no need for them to intervene.
Still, neither had expected the wedding between the Yan and Ye Clans to take turn after turn, only to end in such a manner.
Shangguan Yan stood beneath the corridor eaves, looking at the red silk and flower petals strewn across the ground. The corner of her lips curved into a faint, nearly imperceptible smile.
She turned to glance at Manager Meng beside her and lowered her voice. "Who do you think set all this up today?"
Manager Meng shook his head, his expression grave. "Hard to say. That chi dragon's appearance was suspicious, and that woman was even stranger... I'm afraid there are people behind this whom