This small town is the essential route to the Imperial City.
Ye Qingying had calculated the time before.
After the Xuanwu Army under the Prince defeated the Youyi Clan, the Prince would return to the court, but it shouldn't be so soon.
Perhaps, in two days' time.
He never expected that Feng Yexuan would return ahead of schedule.
And by the looks of it, they were moving quite fast; when the army arrived, it was thousands of troops marching in perfect order, their speed as swift as a gust of wind.
"Xiaoyao, let's walk down the alley," he whispered.
"Oh," Xiaoyao, who was eating snacks, tugged at the reins, planning to turn into the alley.
Unexpectedly, the army in front of her suddenly came to a halt.
"Wow, they stop just like that, so impressive!" Xiaoyao's eyes were wide with amazement.
Like the other commoners, she was just watching the dense army for entertainment.
The army stopped!
Ye Qingying said in a deep voice, "Xiaoyao, go!"