Ping'an Town.
No matter how the wind and rain raged outside, Ping'an Town remained as peaceful as ever, and the common people's days had not changed in the slightest because of it.
To ordinary common folk, the struggles between aristocratic clans were actually very far removed from their world, and they simply did not care which clan had grown strong or which clan had declined. To them, such matters were nothing more than topics for idle talk over tea and after meals—lively enough when spoken of, but afterward, few would continue to care.
What they truly cared about was still their own small lives.
Over the years, with the rapid development of a series of industries under the Ping'an Wang Clan's name, there were more and more kinds of posts and opportunities, more chances to make money, and the townspeople's purses had grown increasingly full. Naturally, their days had become better and better.
The most obvious sign was that there were more smiles on the faces of the townspeople.
Common folk were the most practical. Whoever let them live good days, their hearts would turn toward that person.
Therefore, the Ping'an Wang Clan's prestige in Ping'an Town had long since reached an extremely high level, and many people felt fortunate and proud to have been born in Ping'an Town.
How could the common folk of other towns have days as easy as theirs?
As for the subsequent impact caused by the deaths of Huangfu Huaye, Huangfu Jinhuan, and the others, it would still take some time before it gradually revealed itself.
Of course, as far as Wang Shouzhe was concerned, once Huangfu Huaye was dead, the Changning Huangfu Clan was no different from a lamb waiting to be slaughtered. Cleaning them up would be as easy as turning over his