Prison

Yan Liqiang got off the carriage in the western city outskirts. Strolling once again through the Imperial Capital, he could clearly feel the bleak and depressing atmosphere...

There were fewer people and carriages in the city, making the once crowded street emptier without the usual traffic. The last time Yan Liqiang was here, he saw the luxurious four-wheeled carriages produced by his manufacturing bureau everywhere and imitations of it as well. However, this time, he only saw one four-wheeled carriage from the manufacturing bureau drive past him even after wandering in the city for a long time.

There was snow on the ground and the northern wind was blowing in the city. The bleak atmosphere made the street feel much colder than it really was. Shops and restaurants that lined the street had let down the thick curtains hanging at the entrance. The reason behind the desolation wasn't the weather, but the fact that most wealthy clans had left the city.