"Yes!"
The servant responded and left.
Inside the carriage, the two men fell silent. Zhao Douan suddenly looked at the Imperial Censor sitting opposite him, thinking, "Is this really a coincidence?"
...
"Clang!"
Amidst the clinking of heavy chains, Yun Xi, under the blazing sun, strained to open her eyes to see her current situation.
On the bluestone street,
A prison cart rumbled along, flanked by government officers, and on both sides of the street, curious onlookers gathered and whispered amongst themselves.
Yun Xi stood inside the prison cart, her head and hands shackled.
The pitch-black, heavy shackles grew scorching hot under the sun, burning her neck and wrists red, with abrasions that were shocking to the eye.
Being slightly shorter, she had to stand on tiptoes, causing the already frail girl's legs to tremble continually from the days of captivity.
