Several black-clad Hidden Guards wielding long swords were dispersing the crowd everywhere.
They overturned all the dragon boats and knocked over every table and chair, wreaking havoc like a gang of bandits.
People fled in terror, some falling, some tumbling into the river, and others confronting them, only to be swiftly subdued.
Cries, curses, and screams merged into one.
What was once a lively and harmonious river bank suddenly plunged into chaos and panic.
Su Yan's footsteps halted abruptly, unable to move forward.
Chu Yuxiao stood in front of her, his back to her, without turning around.
His spine was ramrod straight, and it was clear that he was forcibly holding back his rage.
Su Yan walked up to him powerlessly, her gaze scattered, and said coldly,
"Chu Yuxiao, what is the meaning of this? Are you seeking revenge on me, or do you not care about the well-being of your people?"
He loved his people so much, he would inspect the drought himself.