They had left the city.
The road was packed with refugees. Every scrap of green on the roadside had been trampled into the dirt; anything that wouldn't kill them to eat had already been picked clean. After a single night of comfort, they were back to fleeing alongside the masses.
Si Jiuyue had swapped their horses for mules, and everyone had changed into tattered rags, making them look indistinguishable from the common refugees. However, their mule and donkey carts were still loaded with pots, pans, and basins.
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