Upon seeing the figure, Yu Wenye's eyes lit up immediately, and he hurriedly walked forward to greet him.
Shang Ruyi quickly followed, only to see that the figures were getting closer. It was two government officers escorting a man in shackles, slowly walking towards them, and the man in shackles was none other than Pei Xingyuan, who had been drinking and reveling with them just a couple of days ago.
Just a couple of days ago, Pei Xingyuan was dressed in fine clothes, handsome and charming, completely the image of a refined gentleman. But now, he was in tattered clothes, with a desolate expression, each step so heavy, a stark contrast to before, like heaven and earth apart.
To fall from the status of a noble son to an exiled prisoner, isn't it like falling from the clouds into the muck?
Just thinking about it made Shang Ruyi's heart ache.
