Anhe City, dusk.
At this hour, Anhe City radiated a different kind of vitality.
Gone was the harassment from hooligans and ruffians. Gone was the farce of counterfeit goods running rampant. And gone were the beggars preying on people's sympathy, peddling their sob stories on the streets.
For the vast majority of the city's law-abiding citizens, life was far better than before.
As for whether the City Lord's surname was Zhao or Su? Who the emperor of Daqian was? What his name was? Such things were too distant for them. The highest-ranking official they had ever seen in their lives was, at most, a City Lord or a Chief Constable.
As long as they could get by, it truly didn't matter who was in charge.
"Before, if you were wronged and went to the authorities... 'The yamen gates are open wide, but if you have reason and no money, don't come inside.' They'd drag things out for half a month, and in the end, you'd still get bullied by the other party who had connections."
