The carriage rolled leisurely through Chang'an City. The driver seemed to be deliberately keeping the horses at a slow pace so Ye Chen could take in the sights.
Ye Chen looked out at the scene through the carriage window. Chang'an City truly lived up to its reputation as the capital; its bustling prosperity far exceeded anything he had imagined.
As they drew closer to the Imperial City, the number of peddlers and pedestrians along the roadside didn't decrease as Ye Chen had expected. If anything, there seemed to be more and more of them.
"Young master, we're about to enter the Imperial City grounds. Please be ready. His Majesty is waiting in the palace." The driver suddenly called out a reminder, and Ye Chen tactfully lowered the curtain over the window.
Ye Chen understood what the driver meant: he shouldn't keep looking around. They were about to enter the Imperial City, where many royal secrets would naturally come into view, and Ye Chen wasn't yet entitled to see them.
Sitting idly in the carriage, Ye Chen began imagining what the emperor looked like. He had heard that the emperor was handsome and a skilled commander, and that he would prove to be a wise ruler in the years to come.
The men serving at his side also had rather extraordinary identities. Take Wei Zheng, for example. His most famous folktale was that he had slain the Jing River Dragon King in a dream.
According to the story, Wei Zheng was the reincarnation of Star Lord Wenqu, who held a lofty position in Heaven. He had descended to the mortal world this time to help Emperor Taizong of Tang establish the Great Tang dynasty.
The Jing River Dragon King had nothing to do with Wei Zheng to begin with. But in