Mu Xinyi stepped into the bustling world. The sky looked as always, there was no sign of anything. Neither the wind nor the thunder give out any sign, but the street did not sound as usual. Even the birds stay quietly.
She came early to the main street, Hépíng (Peace) to get her goods but something else piqued her interest.
Normally, she does not care about anything unrelated to her, but not sure why she still looking for the main cause. The main street of Hépíng city is usually neither too noisy nor too quiet. There is no doubt that people will be attracted if the atmosphere change suddenly.
Her forehead furrowed. Showing three layers on it. She was confused because of the unfamiliar figure, who did not normally be in a small city like Hépíng happened to be here.
Clip-clop, clip-clop. The sound of running horses grows louder. People began to surround the street. They jostled each other to see what was coming.
In the middle of the street, a carriage with bright yellow moved slowly. Not only that, on top of it sit a red dragon—a fierce red dragon.
In a flash, mostly, everyone can already guess it. It was none other than the royals of the Mang Dynasty - A dynasty that is known because of its ruler, Emperor Mang - who is a prideful, and wise king. He has ruled the Mang Dynasty for two decades, ever since the fall of Emperor Wang Rong from the Wang dynasty; the previous dynasty.
There was various expression coming out from the people, some of them look curious, some of them look excited, and some of them also look shocked seeing the red dragon symbol at the centre of the carriage.
"Move! Move!" a man fully equip with silver armour on his body yelled. He waved his hand like how a normal cowherd drives away the cows.
Nonetheless, no one was brave enough to spit even a word watching that man acting rude. Maybe because of his fierce face and tough body.
"This…fuck!" Wong felt frustrated.
Only a little sound come out of his mouth because he needs to be mindful of his words. He cannot imagine how his master, Prince Mang We Jing will punish him if he knows Wong utters such vulgar words easily in front of normal citizens. He gritted his teeth with a face of a raging bull.
Sighing deeply, "Move, move away!" He once again told the people to move away but this time, with a louder and hoarse voice.
People started to move away from the carriage when seeing the fierce face which anytime can kill them but, the carriage still cannot move smoothly due to the unbelievable number of people.
At the same time, Wong almost lost his temper. He took a deep breath, hoping the only person he can count on come out to solve the troublesome situation quickly before they get dragged into it.
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Mang We Jing cannot tolerate it anymore. His butt was stiff sitting in the carriage for too long. Besides, being at the war for 5 years and having to use various kinds of roads because of assassins' attacks along the way made him feel tired and lose patience.
According to their plans, they should have already almost arrived at the palace. Hate to waste any more time, he gave a sharp glare and nudged the man beside him, a scholar-like man who wore green-bamboo colour hanfu.
"Haa," sighing. With an annoying face, the man stepped out of the carriage. He felt a little unfair about his 'job' but, what can he do when the greatest thing about him is his face?
Slowly, he flipped his right hair bangs which covered up half of his face using his right hand. All of his faces can be seen. He flipped his bangs twice. Just to show his beautiful face. Upon the sleeves fell off, he smiled. His milky hand shine in the crowd.
That was not the end, he landed his back on one of the horses, standing lazily halfway wanting to get others' attention with an elegant demeanour as he want to tell the world - "Look at me, I'm the most beautiful here!"
After confirming the people's eyes set on him, he crossed his hands, "Dear ladies and gentlemen, we have urgent matters to attend to. Are you willing to let us go?" Zen Ming spoke gently while winking and smiling - showing his white teeth.
Just like getting stung by a bee, it is clearly seen - those people's hearts throb; fall for his act.
Not just the women but also men. Their face changed instantly - Some show their overjoyed face - going crazy seeing Zen Ming's charm.
Some even suddenly became enthusiastic and their cheeks flush in pink like a bird in love. Without a doubt, they had already fallen head over heels toward Zen Ming.
Of course, it surely did not affect one person, Mu Xinyi. She, who only wants to know the cause that changes the street's atmosphere, had a steel heart and care less about others besides herself. From the moment those royals entered, she decided to step back and leave because she recognized the Red Dragon symbol well.
Her only reaction to that situation was - "Hah!" Chuckling at the hilarious situation, she hurriedly left the place.
Who would not be surprised or excited when seeing higher-status people, what's more, the one in the centre is a young beautiful man working under the royals. However, she never cares about it.
Mu Xinyi, a person with a free spirit never had any thought of being biased toward anyone.
Royalty or not, beautiful or not, status and appearance did not reflect their true self. Even if it was the king himself, other royals, nobles, or commoners - it never guaranteed what kind of personality they have deep inside and, what sort of deeds they have done; this is her unshaken belief.
'Is it good? or bad…? only they know…'