After a sudden snowfall, standing on top of the gate of the imperial city, I looked into the distance. The entire city was covered in a blanket of winter snow, stretching endlessly as far as the eye could see.

Even though the harsh winter has arrived, the city is still filled with the festive atmosphere of the New Year. The streets are bustling with crowds of people, and there is a lively buzz of conversation. If one were to ignore the blanket of snow on the ground, it would be easy to mistake it for the approach of spring.

As the common people crowded together to choose their New Year goods, a sudden roar of anger echoed from the end of the alley where the officials and soldiers were located.

"Make way…! Move aside, all of you…!"

Immediately after, there was a restless and agitated sound of galloping hooves.

Seeing the horses charging recklessly, the common people immediately dodged and panic was evident on their faces.

In the end, those few horses stopped in front of Ping Le Manor.

"Ah, my dear mother... This is truly... truly driving our family crazy..."

"Liu Gong-gong, please slow down and be careful with your body...!"

I saw a young guard bowing down, looking up at the person above with a face full of flattery, saying, "Please go ahead."

Although he appeared respectful, the servant on horseback had an unfriendly expression: "Slow down... we would also like to slow down, but if we slow down any more, our heads will be chopped off!"

Mr. Liu cleared his throat and dismounted from the horse by stepping on the shoulders of the attendant.

Urgently, go inside and find someone for our family. If you can't persuade the Sixth Prince to enter the palace today, we won't let you off easily...!

The guards immediately stood in a row and responded loudly.

"Yes!"

Mr. Liu massaged his old waist and looked up at the signboard of Ping Le Pavilion.

When it comes to the most famous theater in the imperial city, it is none other than the Ping Yue Theater that gained widespread popularity during the former dynasty.

When the Ping Le Pavilion was first built, it was just an insignificant theater. Just as it was on the verge of closing down, a few opera bosses from Huainan suddenly arrived and took over the place, transforming it into the earliest theater in the imperial city.

At that moment, the fame of the play spread like wildfire, and with the extraordinary characters portrayed by the bosses, the business started booming.

In recent years, although Ping Le Pavilion has changed ownership, it has thrived even more under the favor of the Sixth Prince, Huo Lin.

Ah, this ancestor. Why couldn't they have liked something else? They just had to be attracted to a stage performer. Such misfortune!

After Minister Liu stomped his feet outside the door, he quickly entered the theater.

As soon as he stepped through the threshold, a strong scent of heavy makeup hit him in the face. Before he could react, a servant stood before him.

"Please, upstairs, may I invite you, Mister, the performance on stage is currently singing 'Drunk Fragrant Plum', it's a wonderful show, please take a seat quickly..."

Mr. Liu's face turned serious as he censored the vulgar words and promiscuous songs, then he pushed the servant aside and headed upstairs.

Seeing him go upstairs, the guards outside the door also followed him in.

Seeing that things were not going well, the servant quickly made his way backstage to find the boss.

The people in the theater were originally listening to music, indulging in their own little world. Suddenly, a group of guards burst in from outside, their imposing presence seemed as if they were about to devour someone. Many people strained their necks to see what was happening.

Even the young actress on the stage didn't stop her actions, her watery eyes gazing slightly worryingly towards the second-floor balcony.

Steward Liu held his breath and headed straight for the second floor. With one glance, he saw the person sitting by the folding screen, sipping tea. This person was dressed in a black robe embroidered with a dragon pattern, holding a white fan. His eyebrows and eyes exuded an air of elegance and handsome charm, truly a dashing appearance.

Seeing the man downstairs surrounded by the guards, he remained calm and composed, looking indifferently towards the stage.

"Why aren't you singing? Keep going for me."

Even from such a distance, Liu Gonggong's forehead was still streaming with sweat, while the young actress on the stage, upon hearing the command, gently stroked her sleeves and continued singing the seductive melody.

Liu Yun stood for a moment, wiping the sweat off his forehead, and then took small steps forward, stopping next to the man. "Lord Huo, the master wishes for you to return to the mansion."