It was a city wall that had weathered nearly a thousand years.
When Zeng Anmin's gaze fell upon the wall, light shone in his eyes.
From the magnificent city before him, he seemed to see time's ceaseless touch and passage.
Massive blue bricks, each one built at the cost of untold manpower and resources, had been piled up bit by bit from flesh and blood.
It had stood here, wrestling with time for a thousand years.
Time flowed on, yet it still looked down proudly upon all things.
Nearly two months had passed.
They had traveled from early spring into the pleasant sunlight.
This carriage convoy, winding like a great dragon, had finally reached its destination.
Zeng Anmin reined in his horse and stopped beneath the city walls.
Over this time, the relationship between Zeng Anmin and Qin Wanyue had gradually grown closer.
Of course, they were only friends. Nothing improper had occurred.
Zeng Anmin felt that he was still young, not yet eighteen—the age for striving. How could he give up the whole fishpond over a single fish?
"Stop for inspection."
The diligent guards at the city gate did not yet know that the master of this carriage convoy was the current Minister of War.
But they were not blind. A carriage procession of such grandeur belonged either to a tycoon or a high official.
Neither was someone they could afford to offend.
So before long, the convoy entered the city.
Zeng Anmin rode at the very front of the procession.
His gaze swept over his surroundings.
The flavor of the capital rushed straight at him.
Even the common folk of the capital carried a different confidence from the people of Two Rivers Prefecture.
Zeng Anmin could clearly feel the fervor with which the street vendors bargained.
They spoke