"What's happening outside?" Zhao Ke felt the sedan chair stop, and couldn't resist pulling aside the curtain slightly to ask.
The maid following beside the sedan shook her head: "I don't know, it seems like there's a scuffle."
At this moment, the military officer next to the sedan chair grew tense, giving a signal to a subordinate: "Go have a look."
Immediately, a soldier sprinted into the crowd, and soon returned with information:
It was a drunkard eating at a restaurant without paying, who, in his drunken state, started fighting with the owner, drawing a crowd of onlookers nearby.
"Disperse them!" The military officer relaxed, annoyed as he ordered.
Under the rebel army's intimidation, the road quickly cleared, and Zhao Ke lost interest without anything to watch, reluctantly dropping the curtain to continue onward.
Yet today, somehow, the journey was particularly troubled.
After traveling two streets, they encountered mad horses disrupting the order.
