The morning sun had barely crested the horizon when the quiet street outside the Chen manor was transformed into a bustling avenue of high-society desperation.
By 8:00 AM, the front gates were practically besieged by sleek, luxury couriers and black-suited assistants carrying a dizzying array of premium silks, rare jade ornaments, high-end nutritional supplements, and heavily embossed gold invitations.
Word of Old Master Su's declaration at the Yang estate had spread through the capital's upper crust like wildfire overnight.
The fraudulent Madam Su and Su Ruo were frozen out, and the Chen family was suddenly revealed to be the sole, legitimate bloodline of the supreme maritime empire.
Consequently, every mid-tier Hidden Family, minor aristocratic clan, and opportunistic socialite was scrambling to mend fences.
