Everyone turned their heads as a spacious horse carriage slowly approached from within the city.
The carriage was extraordinarily luxurious, adorned with colorful tassels around its canopy. Even the curtains dangling by the windows were made of sheer yellow silk, which fluttered as it moved, making the entire carriage resemble a celestial chariot descending from the clouds.
Finally, the carriage stopped in front of Yu Wenye's carriage.
Upon seeing this carriage, Yu Wenye's face immediately displayed a strange expression—neither joy nor anger, while Shang Ruyi couldn't help but take a deeper breath.
The guards who saw the grandeur of the magnificent carriage seemed to sense something as well. Their hands, which had been about to draw swords, quickly pulled back, and they stood still, holding their breath. The captain cautiously stepped forward, asking, "Who is arriving—?"
A slender, fair hand reached out from the carriage, holding a gold token.
