The sun was setting, and pedestrians were coming and going on the streets. A carriage left the Heavenly Water Bridge and drove along the straight street toward the majestic Imperial City in the distance.
Ye Jingtang was wearing a black robe made of water cloud brocade and sitting outside the carriage with a riding crop in his hand. His eyes reflected the red sun on the horizon, and his side profile made him look like a carefree knight-errant.
Beside him, the big bird, who had run around with Daoist Xuanji but had ended up being rubbed by the empress dowager instead of eating, was squatting beside Ye Jingtang like it was doing an escort mission in the past and humming a Liang Province tune. "Coo~ Chirp chirp~"
Compared to the carefreeness of the man and the bird, the atmosphere inside the carriage was a little tense.
