Along the way, everyone was silent.
Upon arriving at Chang'an, they were so astonished they couldn't speak.
The population was thriving, surpassing that of previous generations.
The streets were filled with pedestrians and merchant caravans, along with scholars attired in ancient ceremonial garb. The streets were even paved with stone slabs, smooth and even, and there was no trash or sewage on the sides of the road.
Don't think that all roads in the capital are good, most are still just dirt, and when the Emperor travels, they often need to sprinkle clean water on the streets and pad the roads with yellow earth. Otherwise, carriages truly can't pass.
"Let's head to the tavern to gather some news," Tang Ming said.
This was his third visit to Chang'an, and he had never imagined it would have turned into something like this.
Wasn't it said to be filled with the corpses of the starving, with bloodshed everywhere?
Why was it so different from what he had imagined?
