The capital city.
On this day, stratus clouds could be seen on the dreary, overcast sky. And rain, thin like cow hair, had drizzled down from the gloomy clouds, adding to the moisture in the air.
Tang Xiansheng held on to his servant girl's arm as he stepped onto the carriage.
The coachman had already been waiting for Tang Xiansheng to board the carriage.
After that, he whipped the horse, and then the wheels started turning.
The carriage left the Imperial City and sped down the wet highway. The guards of the capital city were patrolling the long streets.
An armored general stopped the carriage.
After a round of inspection, they were allowed to carry on.
Tang Xiansheng sat in the carriage dressed in robes, somewhat lethargic.
The carriage left the capital city and headed toward Beiluo City at full speed.
Not long after Tang Xiansheng left the capital city…
