The Yang Clan’s birthday banquet was set to be held in two days, but the next day, the courtyard was quiet, no longer bustling as it was the previous night.0

Zhao Changhe was diligently studying the Rejuvenation Art, which was also a way of avoiding the complicated situation with the women around him. At the moment, cramming some medical knowledge seemed much more pleasant than dealing with the headache of being caught between women.0

Of course, he still underestimated them. Which among the women around him was not a formidable figure in their own right? Nevertheless, seeing him engrossed in medical study, the women did not disturb him.1

Tang Wanzhuang was in her own courtyard reading a book—but whether she was truly reading, no one knew. Huangfu Qing claimed to be sleeping, having sent away all the maids and servants that the Yang Clan had arranged for her. As for what she was actually doing, no one knew either.0

Meanwhile, Cui Yuanyang had gone to the Wang Clan’s residence, mingling happily under the pretense of being future in-laws.0

Even though Wang Daozhong knew that he could not really treat this girl as some random relative, especially with everything about her screaming the surname Zhao, he could not openly drive her away and had to force a smile despite his displeasure.0

The thing that Wang Daozhong wanted to do the most right now was to rush into Zhao Changhe’s courtyard and chop him up. But unfortunately, Zhao Changhe was a distinguished guest invited by the Yang Clan, so he...0