The East Courtyard wasn't particularly small, but it was currently a scene of chaos. Across the yard, past a few sparse, spindly trees, several manor guards lay scattered on the open ground, clutching their injuries and writhing in pain.
Three or four others remained standing, forming a circle around a tall, slender figure dressed only in a white inner robe. The fabric was slightly rumpled and speckled with dirt and blood.
As the figure tilted his head, Ruhuahua finally caught a clear look—it was Xu Ci.
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