On that very same night, the houses throughout the capital were illuminated brightly by lanterns, and fireworks were erupting throughout the sky.

Most families were having their reunion dinner tonight, and they were happily eating together, having fun together, and sharing all their gains and happiness throughout this year.

But the atmosphere in Courtyard 37 on Octagon Alley was extremely oppressive and deathly silent.

Zhao Zhicheng was lying on a stretcher while his entire body was covered in bloody bandages, and he was in an unconscious state.

The lights in the hall were brilliant. The master of the Zhao Family, Zhao Guangpu was leaning on a cane as he sat there silently.

This old man who was one of the seven great generals that fought for the creation of the empire experienced all sorts of storms throughout his life in the military, and he’d very rarely interfered in the matters of his family.

However, it didn’t mean that the old man didn’t pay any attention to the family at all. He was...