At the gate of Heaven Capital City, city guards dressed in far superior armor than those of other County City Iron Guards stood outside the city gate, checking each person's pass document. The Capital City, unlike other places, imposed extremely strict controls on entry and exit. The flow of people was like a long snake, slowly moving forward, and only after successful inspection were they granted a glimpse of the Imperial City's grandeur.
By a table beside the city gate, Zhao Shu held a cup of tea, idly yawning from boredom.
The official uniform he wore was puffed up by a cotton coat. A pot of tea was on the table, as he watched the comings and goings of the common folk. Being the gatekeeper official, he was perhaps the most idle official in this majestic city, without a promising future. The favors he extended to several high-ranking officials were like throwing stones into a river, eliciting no response whatsoever, leaving him with no expectations.
