The Duke Zhenguo's manor carriage traveled along the streets. Sima Lingyun, who was seated in it, looked awful. He thought about how he had been looked down upon in the Mingan Duke's manor and how he had been teased. His handsome face twisted slightly and he clutched at the soft seat cushion beside him. He clamped down viciously on the roar in his heart. One day, he would show those people that he was not that useless.

The horse carriage seemed to have hit something and stopped ...