The Wen Clan.

In a detached little courtyard at the back of the residence, Wen Mingxiu was seated beside the window with her brows tightly furrowed. Light rain was falling outside like a mist, seemingly reflecting the melancholy in her heart that refused to be scattered or blown away.

Suddenly meeting Lin Xun today was a huge surprise to Wen Mingxiu. As she recalled the warning he had given, she felt extremely conflicted, angry, and frustrated.

Was she going to let this go and let bygones be bygones?

Wen Mingxiu did not know. She only knew that the matter had started because of her. If she did not do anything, the others would view it as her admitting defeat which would undoubtedly hurt her reputation and influence among Haze City’s younger generation.

“What should I do?”

Wen Mingxiu blankly stared into space.

“Young Mistress, there’s news.”

A servant girl hurriedly entered the room with an excited face. “The Yuan Clan, Jadelight Pavilion, Qian Clan, Zhou Clan, Zheng Clan…”

After reciting the names of several factions in succession, the servant girl finally said,...