Outside the East Gate of Jincheng, midsummer sunlight spilled over the bluestone imperial road, baking every single flagstone until it radiated heat. Xia Huai'an reined in his mount, the warhorse tossing its front hooves slightly and kicking up fine dust. He squinted toward the city gate—it was already a sea of humanity.
"Young Master, this turnout..." Zha Zhonggao rode forward, his armor gleaming coldly in the sun, an unmistakable note of astonishment in his voice.
"Looking at this scale, I'm afraid the entire city's populace has turned out to welcome us," Zha Zhonggao exclaimed.
Chapter 164