Lu Yun first shook his head, then nodded solemnly.

Situ Yun smiled. “It looks like your reputation of a bumbling prodigal who knows nothing is the furthest thing from the truth.”

“Bumbling? Prodigal? Know nothing? That’s a load of nonsense from other people,” Lu Yun curled his lip. “Brother Situ, you can’t possibly think that a mere Lu Yun could be the downfall of the mighty Lu Clan?”

Situ Yun nodded solemnly without missing a beat.

Lu Yun rolled his eyes and didn’t want to talk to the prince anymore. It was… true.

……

Night, the Lu residence.

Lan’er was asleep. As he watched her, Lu Yun felt that she reminded him of someone. A name that shouldn’t exist popped into his mind.

Wanfeng.

The name flashed through his thoughts and dissipated upon the night air. Lu Yun was sitting in his yard and thinking over a few things from the day.

“Mo Qiyue is much stronger than Ouyang Shengtian and Situ Yun....