1170: Three Candied Hawthorn Skewers! Love and Open-Mindedness! (Bonus Chapter for Monthly Votes 29)

After Jiang Dali and Nie Renwang were settled in the ambassadorial guesthouse outside the imperial palace, he also summoned the Fire Qilin, which the residents of the Shenwu Kingdom feared immensely, to the guesthouse to soothe it and let it rest.

To prevent the beast from flying into a frenzy and causing trouble in the city while he was off guard, he demanded a hundred jars of aged wine from the official in charge and got both the Fire Qilin and the wine-loving Demon Dragon thoroughly drunk.

He himself rarely had the chance to steal half a day of leisure. Under the deft care of the maids arranged at the guesthouse, he soaked in a fragrant bath, then summoned a highly skilled back scrubber to scour several pounds of grime from his old hide. Feeling refreshed all over, he changed into loose clothing, mounted a tall horse, and happily rode out to tour the streets.

Nie Renwang was at a critical juncture in his breakthrough, so he did not accompany him.

Even with the memories of two lifetimes, this was Jiang Dali's first time in the imperial capital of the Shenwu Kingdom.

To him, the streets and markets here were largely similar to those of the Ming State and Song State, yet the air was different, the customs were different, and even the players gathered here were different. They were all unharvested little leeks.

As he rode his tall horse through the streets with a clip-clop, followed by a group of nervous Shenwu Guards who were ostensibly serving him but were actually watching him, such a grand parade was perhaps unique in the entire martial world. He became a striking and distinctive sight on the streets of the Shenwu imperial capital.

Jiang Dali looked around with emotion, surveying the stalls