The night was as dark as ink.
In the Chen Mansion, laughter and joy echoed as a fine drizzle began to fall over Bianliang City once more.
Glasses were clinked and exchanged, and after a few rounds of drinks.
In the main hall, Chen Mo and Yi Qinghong were talking. Some people from the Qin Family wore fake smiles as they bid farewell to Chen Mo and the others with cupped hands.
In their hearts, they actually looked down on Chen Mo.
With the status of a eunuch, coming from a peasant background, what right did he have to rise above them?
Even though Chen Mo now surpassed them in strength, military rank, status, and other aspects.
But his class background was determined from the moment he was born.
And as members of the Xiao Family, one of the seven great noble families, they looked down on Chen Mo from the bottom of their hearts.
They considered him a luck-struck, impotent person.
They even believed Xiao Yunqi thought the same.
