On Lijiang Street in Liangjiang Commandery, peddlers and porters bustled about.
Zeng Anmin sat atop a tall steed, his sharp gaze sweeping over the passing crowd. Behind him followed Dachun. Although Dachun's horse was not small, it looked as comical beneath him as an adult riding a wooden toy horse.
Behind Dachun was Shen Jun, the suspect in his aunt's murder, who had just recovered from his injuries. Right now, Shen Jun's somewhat thick and honest-looking eyebrows bristled, and his full lips were pressed tightly together. He looked at Zeng Anmin with reverence and gratitude. He knew that the procession was heading toward his home, and their purpose was to clear his name.
"Left Clerk Zeng, we have arrived at the Shen Mansion."
Riding neck and neck with Zeng Anmin was Xu Yunfeng, the Right Chief Clerk of the Observation Department. Right now, Xu Yunfeng's face was full of smiles. The two wisps of his mustache bobbed up and down with the horse's gait, looking quite comical.
