Su Muyao only saw the purple clothes of Yue Wuhen in the carriage, nothing else.
The wind blew again, and the curtain dropped.
The carriage stopped at the city gate, and someone at the front of the procession handed a token to the gate guards. The guards' expressions changed, and they immediately bowed respectfully and let them pass.
Once the procession entered the Imperial City, everyone came back to their senses.
"I wonder what identity the person in the carriage holds, making the gate guards so respectful."
"They must have an extraordinary background."
Ordinary beastmen don't have much insight. Although they found the person in the carriage very mysterious, they didn't know who they were.
Wen Nanxi noticed Su Muyao's expression wasn't right and softly asked, "What's wrong?"
Su Muyao shook her head and said, "Nothing, just wondering if you remember what Yue Wuhen looks like?"
Wen Nanxi thought carefully for a moment, shook his head, and said, "Very vague."
