Jiang Li's lips curved into a bitter smile.
The reality was quite the contrary, Xue Huaiyuan had not risen to prominence but had instead become a prisoner, which was utterly absurd.
"Let's go," Ye Mingyu urged the caravan to continue moving forward.
Tongxiang was unlike Yanjing City or Xiangyang, there were no soldiers guarding the city gates. It was probably because there were so few people entering and exiting Tongxiang that even a layer of dust had accumulated on the stone statues at the city gate. In the absence of soldiers, occasionally a few herb gatherers with baskets on their backs, probably returning from the mountains, passed by the gate. They sometimes cast curious glances at Ye Mingyu and his companions, likely because their faces were unfamiliar.