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The carriage, which had been racing like a boisterous northeastern Han, slowed to the pace of a demure bride as it approached the Shangjing City Gate, advancing hesitantly with every step.
Someone intercepted the vehicle, wanting to see who was inside…
Yang Yao couldn't help but glance at Shen Yue, who sat like Maitreya Buddha, merely whispering, "This has nothing to do with us."
How could it have nothing to do with us? Yang Yao couldn't understand, but Shen Yue then added, "Whoever seeks us out, won't we ultimately have to meet the Jurchens' Emperor, Wanyan Sheng?"
Yang Yao let out a sigh of relief and quietly thought this man was truly born with wisdom.
Outside the carriage, Hu Shi's voice was clearly apologetic, "Commander, this vehicle has special permission from the Prime Minister."
The commander sneered, "Are you saying that I'm not qualified to see who is inside?"
