Early the next morning, just as dawn was breaking, news of Lin Zhennan's death had already spread across the upper echelons of the capital.
Or rather, it started circulating last night, though only within certain circles.
After all, the commotion caused by Ye Xunhuan and Yuan Shu's fight the previous night was significant, naturally alerting the Lin family servants, ensuring the news would spread.
But by this morning, the news of Lin Zhennan's death began to ripple throughout the capital.
Qin Family of the Capital!
Qin Potian, upon hearing the news of Lin Zhennan's death, showed neither surprise nor emotion, as if to him, it was merely the death of an unfamiliar, unrelated figure.
His heart, tempered by the years, was completely unmoved.
Qin Pojun sat calmly on the stone bench in the courtyard, sipping fragrant tea, as tranquil and serene as a still lake.
Who knows how much time had passed when soft footsteps finally broke the courtyard's peace.
