Chen Ji slowed down his horse, dragging Yang Zhong through the streets like a public spectacle, while bystanders had already hidden under the eaves, holding their breath in silence.
In the end, he was alone in the middle of the long street, the horse's hooves clopping slowly yet powerfully on the bluestone slabs.
From the railings of the brothels on either side of the Eight Great Hutongs, many women quietly watched as Chen Ji's figure passed under the gray roof tiles. The red silhouette, along with the bloodstain trailing behind it, was like a carpet unrolling forward, its destination unknown.
"Which noble mansion does this young master belong to, acting in such a manner..."
"The three Duke Mansions are no longer what they were; they wouldn't dare to be so ostentatious. Could it be the Qi family? Or maybe the Hu family?"
