Ning Xiaochuan and Yu Ningsheng had left the Imperial City together, and now they had returned to the Imperial City at the same time!
Yet their circumstances were worlds apart. One was about to become the Little Marquis of the Sword Pavilion Marquis's Mansion, its heir, wielding great power and enjoying inexhaustible wealth and glory.
The other was still merely a prostitute of Jade Viewing Pavilion, lowly in status. The gap between their positions had only grown wider.
This left people sighing endlessly. Martial artists throughout the Imperial City were spreading the tale that Ning Xiaochuan and Yu Ningsheng had failed to elope and had been captured and brought back by the Sword Pavilion Marquis.
The storytellers had even turned their tale into a chaptered saga, making it the year's most heartrending tragedy.
"In the end, human strength cannot contend against imperial authority." Many people lamented this way.
Not long after news spread that Ning Xiaochuan would be invested as the heir of the Sword Pavilion Marquis's Mansion, a tremendous uproar erupted within the mansion.
Naturally, many people were unconvinced. They felt that Ning Xiaochuan was too young, lacking steadiness and experience, and was not yet qualified to serve as the heir to the Marquis Mansion.
Within the Marquis Mansion, Ning Qianwu sat in a dim hall, gritting his teeth tightly. His gaze was icy, and Profound Qi leaked from between his fingers as he crushed a bronze kettle flat.
He viciously hurled it to the ground. Water splashed everywhere, covering the floor.
"The old man has truly gone muddle-headed. What the hell is Ning Xiaochuan? His feathers have not even fully grown, yet he is being made heir to the Sword Pavilion Marquis's Mansion." Ning Qianwu was consumed with fury.
Ning Qianwen sat in his chair, lightly sipped his