Who knew how many ordinary people like Zhang Sanliang and Liu Zhongtian there were in all of Yunqin Empire.

Within a certain street, an ordinary private school instructor was purchasing wine.

He was only buying some cooking wine.

However, when news of Wenren Cangyue being beheaded outside Rudong City suddenly came back, this poor but upright private school teacher who normally didn’t touch a drop of alcohol suddenly felt incredibly confused. He stared blankly for a while in the street where he heard this news. Then, without uttering a sound, he placed his money sack on the counter, raising up a yellow wine pot and pouring it straight into his mouth.

His capacity for liquor really was poor. After just fiercely drinking two gulps, he already became tipsy, unable to see people clearly.

However, he didn’t need to see clearly either. Right now, with his current mood and scenery, he just wanted to be completely drunk. He fell to the ground, leaning against the counter of this wine shop, continuing to pour the wine into his mouth.

This was indeed the most suitable time to drink his heart out.

In countless Yunqin streets, who knew how many people were just like this private school instructor when they heard the news of Wenren Cangyue’s beheading,...