The bloody dust of the Autumn Hunt had not yet settled, and undercurrents were already surging among the grand, vermilion-gated mansions of the Imperial Capital.
Qin Lie, the Heir of the Prince of Northern Suppression and waste of space who ought to have been rotting away in a utility room, had actually stirred up a storm in Yunmeng Marsh, severely injuring Qin Xiao of the Second Branch, and even drawing the emperor's "praise." The Chu Clan's phoenix-like daughter had cast a probing gaze his way as well... This news, like a poisoned needle, pierced deeply into the most sensitive spot of Su Qingxue's heart.
"Snap."
Chapter 58