Chen Ji didn't pause for a moment.
His crimson official robe had yet to smooth out the creases, but he walked straight through the Zhengyang Gate, hurriedly heading towards Meihua Ferry Crossing.
Pedestrians on the long street outside the Outer City took notice; it's rare for an official to wear such attire without a carriage or horse and walk alone.
The billowing red waves of Chen Ji's wide sleeves were conspicuously eye-catching in the marketplace.
However, as Chen Ji entered the Eight Great Hutongs, he saw Qigong standing alone at the entrance of the alley: "The Marquis of Wuxiang County... No, it's Viscount Wuxiang now."
Qigong was still wearing his old coarse clothes, with simple cloth shoes on his feet. The servants and women on both sides of the alley quietly opened their windows, sneaking glances at the two.
Chen Ji hesitated for a moment, but ultimately stepped forward, bowing his hand and saying: "Qigong."
