The entrance of Huang Mansion was seldom busy, but today, within moments, a crowd of onlookers quickly gathered.
The two at the center of attention were none other than Cheng Haoxuan, the renowned young master of Red Smoke Pavilion from the Capital city, and Huang Jiashan, the gentlemanly progeny longed for by maidens in seclusion.
Those two graceful noblemen scuffled like six or seven-year-old children, their fists bare, even tumbling to the ground, to the shock of all the onlookers.
The young servant guarding the door had just snapped out of his shock when, before he even had the chance to report the eldest son's unusual behavior to Madam of the Huang family, the two men's war had already neared its end.
Cheng Haoxuan and Huang Jiashan both laid on the ground, disheveled, their once pristine clothes now dirty and tattered, with Huang Jiashan's robe even torn open at the chest, a piece of cloth flamboyantly waving in the breeze.
