The pure white flowers fell upon the ruins, revealing a breathtaking beauty beneath the moonlight.
Everyone was watching the Lin Family's box—whether it was Linton, Kuxia, the Zhang Family, or the spectators. Countless gazes converged there, as though trying to discern the truth from within.
Behind the transparent glass stood a tall figure, long hair draped over her shoulders, a strip of white cloth covering her eyes. Though he knew she could not see, someone still felt as though he was being watched.
After a moment, Duke Wenton spoke.
He spoke with a smile.
"Today has truly been frustrating. The other great families have all come to make trouble for me... Little girl of the Lin Family, what do you mean by this?"
Faced with that imposing gaze, Sansan—a blind young girl who had once needed her brother just to survive—stood there with unwavering resolve and calmly stated, "I already said it before. He is mine, and this theater troupe will belong to the Lin Family from now on as well."
At that moment, Charles wanted to say something, but Duke Linton immediately stopped him.
Then he straightened his slightly hunched body and smiled teasingly. "It's rare to see you people voice an opinion... What, has the Elector only just returned to the family and already become eager to pull this old man down from his position?"
Sansan gave a slight bow.
"Lin Xue has no such intention."
"Then what do you mean?"
"I already said it. I am determined to have this theater troupe."
"But I already reserved it."
Sansan sighed at that.
"If we are talking about the number of flowers... Wang Pingling."
The young girl beside her immediately answered, "Here."
"Scatter what I told you to prepare earlier."
"Yes."
The next moment, rain began to fall throughout