Not long after the royal procession of Prince Feng had left to welcome his bride, the spectators on the streets also dispersed.
The red firecracker scraps littered the ground, rendering the street particularly desolate.
Clip-clop, clip-clop—
A sudden burst of horse hooves followed, and a carriage charged into Emperor City from the city gates, racing towards the Imperial Palace, seemingly in great hurry.
Seated in front of the carriage was a big and burly man, tightly hugging a large saber without so much as a glance to the sides.
Anyone who had lived in Emperor City for a few years had heard of this burly man's name. He was the Sword Slave, originally a house slave of the Feng Residence, always following the Family Head Feng Xun.
Wherever Feng Xun was, the Sword Slave was sure to appear.
His presence implied that inside the carriage sat none other than the young Feng Residence Master.
