The cold moon hung alone, the sky was clear, and the stars scarce.
Duke National Protector's Mansion, Lianhua Courtyard.
These few days, the courtyard was filled with a gloomy atmosphere, and the servants didn't even dare to smile.
Wu Xuanxin's cultivation had been abolished. As one of the many descendants in the Duke National Protector's Family, once he lost his cultivation, he lost his competitiveness.
Within the vast mansion, he was like a lamb, only to be looked down upon by others, with no light and no future.
Lady Guo was not the most beloved mistress of the Duke National Protector, and she had only one son, Wu Xuanxin. A mother's greatness depended on her son's success, and Wu Xuanxin's decline meant that her future and reliance were buried with him.
"Sigh, now that Young Master has lost his cultivation, I'm afraid our days as servants won't be good either."