Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Before the storm stopped, the disturbance had already been settled.
It was past midnight, but as a city that never sleeps, Yun’an’s bustling streets and alleys were still brightly lit. As the curfew had been lifted, singing and dance music could be heard coming from the pavilions along the streets.
On East Main Street, two horses were walking side by side.
Ye Jingtang was wearing a bamboo hat and a raincoat. He was riding on his fat horse and holding the reins of Third Lady’s horse. He had left the Black Qilin Spear outside the Hall of the Hall of the Supre Principle. Perhaps the secret guards had picked it up, but it wasn’t beside him.
It had been a long ti since he left the Imperial City, but his emotions still hadn’t cald down.
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