Yuan Chongzong was a great Confucian scholar with an awe-inspiring aura. Although he was over 70 years old with white hair and a white beard, he looked very energetic. His complexion was ruddy, and he did not have many wrinkles on his face.0

When this great Confucian gentry walked into the Taiping Inn, he was like a moon surrounded by the stars. Court officials and wealthy businessmen spontaneously formed a circle according to their status. The closer they were to Yuan Chongzong, the higher their status, reflecting the hierarchy of the gentry circle in Jiangling Prefecture. It made it clear at a glance who were the core figures and the peripheral figures.0

Soon, everyone made their way up to the second floor.0

Zhang Yuelu did not take a seat but stood by the window with her hands behind her back, staring at the street below. When she heard footsteps coming upstairs, she slowly turned around and met Yuan Chongzong’s gaze.0

The old man was leading the group. “Are you Deputy Hall Master Zhang?...0