Chapter 481

In mid-October, at the gates of Bianjing City. The chill of late autumn had already quietly crept into the alleys and streets of Bianjing. Most of the leaves on the roadside pagoda trees had fallen, leaving a few withered and yellow ones spinning on the branches, making a faint rustling sound when crushed by cart wheels. A slightly worn-out carriage with green curtains drove through the Nanxun Gate, road-worn and weary. The wheels ground against the bluestone pavement with a dull rolling sound, clashing with the lingering hustle and bustle of the market street.