Chapter 225: Young Master Huo's sweetheart (3)_1

Just as she was thinking, suddenly a loud wailing erupted from outside the carriage, a chaotic mix of curses, the sound of horse hooves, and mournful cries.

Cai Wei heard the commotion and lifted the curtain again to look outside.

Not far away on the stone-paved road, a group of yamen runners on tall horses escorted five or six haggard-looking men, shouting and scolding as they went. The escort leader Zhang Biaotou, whom she had seen last night, was now walking in shackles at the front, his already pale face now even more gaunt. His reddened eyes swept back at intervals, revealing a look of unbearable sorrow.

Behind them, a frail old woman with white hair stumbled along, her mouth shrieking non-stop, "My poor son..."

The old woman's features were withered and gaunt, her body on the verge of collapse, her voice a heart-wrenching keening wail that stirred compassion in all who heard it.