Riverside Town was not big. There were only a few hundred households from the south to the north.
Because of the Prince of Jing's order not to disturb the people, the imperial guards pitched tents on the street to rest. It was almost autumn, and the weather was cool. Other than not sleeping comfortably, there were no major problems.
Ye Jingtang, wearing a tattered robe, was walking along the street with the Roaring Dragon Spear. Along the way, he greeted the chief constables of the Black Office he knew. Then he arrived at the carriage in the center of the town without any obstruction.
The carriage had stopped outside a decent inn. There were some maids and guards tidying up the inn so that the Prince of Jing could stay there temporarily. For safety reasons, the carriage had to be cleared out and carefully inspected. It hadn't been cleared out yet, and Dongfang Liren was still in the carriage.
