It was nearing noon.


    Both sides of Changle Boulevard was packed with people.


    A crowd of thrill-seeking onlookers were already sitting in restaurants and teahouses. They were all talking excitedly about a certain grand event.


    It was a big event that no one in the capital didn''t know about!


    "…Chit-chat…"


    "Chatter…"


    Everyone''s voices got jumbled together, weaving into a chaotic musical movement.


    "They''reing, they''reing!"


    "Ah, where is the procession now?"


    "Hey, don''t push, what are you squeezing for?"


    "Even if you keep squeezing you won''t get to the front!"


    Fang Su and his Greenwood Guards directed the imperial guard to go where the crowds were congregating and corral them to the sides. They shouted, "All of you stop pushing!"


    "Maintain order!"


    "I see theming!" This person''s shout promptly set off the crowd. Everyone craned their necks to look at the boulevard.


    Ho, a big group of people were truly heading toward the imperial pce with pomp and circumstance!


    The one in the beginning was precisely that spirited Mu n patriarch Mu Cang.


    Family Head Mu and Madam Mu closely followed behind the patriarch.


    After them were the Mu n''s six core sons, as well as a group of elders following behind.<novelsnext>I think you should take a look at </novelsnext>


    More than a thousand Mu n disciples came after them. As the official of rites announced "kneel," they all knelt down together. No matter what they were feeling on the inside, everyone obeyed the patriarch''s orders and respectfully kowtowed three times toward the imperial pce.


    The onlooking spectators widened their eyes in wonder as they watched the younger generation from the Mu n kneel after taking several steps, respectfully making three kowtows.


    Oho, this truly was a great rite of three kowtows and nine bows. They were going all the way to the imperial pce to wee back the crown prince consort!


    This level of grandeur truly shocked the entire city.


    The young sirs and youngdies from the various factions and patrician families were watching the spectacle from several private rooms on the Butterfly Pavilion''s second floor.


    Second Qin was inside one of these private rooms. He swept his gaze apathetically down below.


    Eldest Young Sir Qin poured himself a cup of tea and took a sip. He clicked his tongue. "Sigh, like I said, it is impossible for my Qiaoqiao to return back so quietly! Look, only my Qiao can cause such fanfare!"


    Second Qin was reticent.


    After a long while he finally said, "You''ve seen her."


    "Mhm." Eldest Young Sir Qin blinked and told him excitedly, "I saw her beat up that second youngdy from the Mu n until her face was disfigured in public!"


    "What do you think will happen after Xiao Qiaoqiao returns home?"


    "Nothing." Second Qin responded tly.


    "Tsk." Eldest Young Sir Qin cast him a nce and mumbled, "spoilsport". He then continued to talk to himself joyfully, "I feel that the Mu n''s unlucky days have only just officially started!"


    Second Young Sir Qin was silent for a long time. He then said, "I feel that it would be better if you could put away your schadenfreude expression."


    In the neighboring private room, several youngdies fromrge ns were sitting together at the window. They expressed their contempt as they watched the bustle below.


    "The Mu n has truly gotten spineless." Chen Baojia couldn''t resist ridiculing, "Look at how they are at a little girl''s mercy. I truly feel pity for them."


    "Isn''t that so." A youngdy from the Ji n, Ji Xiang, couldn''t resistughing out loud. "It truly is a joke to call them one of the six great patrician families when they have just this bit of courage."