The police cars arrived swiftly, their flashing red and blue lights cutting through the chaotic scene as officers rushed forward to control the crowd and detain the bloodied culprits. Bai Heng and Gu Guixi were hauled away by the authorities, their cries and resistance drowned out by the righteous fury of the onlookers.
As the commotion gradually faded down the street, Lanting stood quietly at the threshold of the courtyard, watching the empty pavement where the frantic chaos had just unfolded. The lingering chill of yin energy dissipated as Xu Xiaoyu silently vanished into the bright afternoon light, her deep vengeance finally set to rest.
Aunt Wang stepped out nervously, looking at the young master with lingering awe and concern. “Small master, are you alright?”
Lanting turned around, his expression returning to its usual serene composure as a soft, gentle smile touched his lips. “I am fine, Aunt Wang. Let us go back inside.”
The storm that had haunted the shadows for so long had finally cleared, leaving the courtyard in profound and peaceful quiet.