February 18.
The floating ice on Impaxiu Lake had completely melted away, revealing faint ripples.
All kinds of pleasure boats were being launched one after another, becoming yet another place for the nobles to feast, sing, and make merry.
At the corner of Moonview Street, which circled Impaxiu Lake, and Aile Street, a six-story building was being rebuilt.
In just a few days, the entire outline of this competition venue had basically taken shape.
Passersby would occasionally stop to watch when they came by. If they happened to know someone on the construction crew, they would even go up and greet them.
And so, people learned that this storefront belonged to His Highness Ron, the Seventh Prince.
Rumors about the Seventh Prince had begun spreading around the Imperial Capital while he was still on his way back.
All the various nasty judgments from back then had long since been tossed to the back of the public's mind.
If no one deliberately brought them up, few people would probably still remember them.
Other than the Seventh Prince's rumored seven wives, there was little left in the public memory.
And if they casually grabbed someone now and asked them who those seven wives were, probably not many would be able to answer.
Yet discussions about the Seventh Prince had continued to spread among the commoners.
But they no longer involved those earlier topics. Instead, they mainly centered on the Magic Battle Hall on Central Street in Peace Square.
Ron's Flower Shop was hidden in the deepest part of Queen Street. Unless they truly needed something and deliberately went looking for it, commoners would never learn about it.
After all, even the cheapest Scale Vine cost five gold coins per plant—a price commoners simply could not afford.
But the Magic Battle Hall was