Immediately after leaving the Great Wall, Zhou Lihua’s caravan traveled east until it met the Snow River, then followed the river north before curving around and traveling south-east. They had to stop at several towns and villages along the way.
It was an enlightening experience.
“There’s something odd about this town,” Wu Jian murmured as he stared at it from within their carriage.
Zhou Lihua was leaning against him and resting her head on his shoulder, but she sat straight and peered out the window with him. When she saw what he did, she cast him a sad smile.
“The Zhou Kingdom is very wealthy… but that wealth is only shared among the elites.”