Song Zhiqing rode on horseback, looking at the golden lacquered characters carved on the gate of Shangjing, his heart surging with excitement.
Shangjing, he was back again.
"Heh."
He squeezed his legs and gently urged the horse forward, the carriage behind him hurriedly following.
Some commoners watched the ten or so carriages, whispering where they stood—whose noble family could have so many carriages and horses?
"Be careful, don't go over there. Didn't you see the family emblem hanging on the lead carriage?" Someone held back a man who was about to make a move and said, "That's the Song Family emblem, the Song Minister's family's relatives. If you offend the nobles, could you get away with it?"
The man was immediately startled.
As the carriage passed by, the people inside heard the discussions, and a corner of their mouth tugged upward slightly.
