Wuchang Prefecture has arrived.
Distracted along the way, Chen Yi suppressed Ying Yu, meaninglessly lowered his bamboo hat, showed the waist badge given by Wei Wuque, and slowly entered the city.
Heading from the dock towards the western market, the sound of the blacksmith shop mingled with the aroma of the tofu skin stall. The cloth store clerk stood on a high stool to remove the door panels, with bolts of linen turning blue-white in the twilight. Suddenly hearing the sound of a brass gong opening the way, a sedan chair carried by eight people squeezed through the long street, with half a patch embroidered with a golden pheasant leaking through the gap in the sedan curtain, scaring the tea stall old man into quickly moving the copper kettle of boiling water aside.
