“蹬蹬蹬蹬——”

林辰脚下发力， influences the ground, leaving behind four distinct impressions. He strides towards the main hall, his steps deliberate but not rushed. The courtyard is bathed in the golden glow of the setting sun, and the scent of blooming flowers wafts through the air.

Inside the hall, a group of nobles are gathered, their faces a mixture of awe and trepidation. They stand at the entrance, bowing their heads in reverence as they wait for the arrival of the person they all respect and fear: the Empress.

Suddenly, a loud crash echoes from outside, followed by a chorus of startled cries. The nobles exchange glances, their eyes wide with concern. They rush to the window to peek outside, only to see a familiar figure standing there, his hair disheveled and his clothes slightly torn.

It's Lin Chen, the infamous playboy and troublemaker of the imperial court. He's holding a basket of peaches in one hand and a wine bottle in the other, looking completely carefree as if nothing had happened.