This was his second time entering the capital.
Unlike last time, he was no longer in such a battered state.
"Let's enter the city."
Chen Ye adjusted his attire slightly by the roadside, hanging the Marquis's Seal tied with yellow tassels from his belt.
The Marquis's Seal hung down, catching the eye prominently at his waist and imperceptibly adding a touch of official dignity to his entire person.
After tidying up, he spurred his horse forward and led his subordinates toward the city gates.
Outside the city gates, pedestrians bustled about.
Many elderly farmers and peddlers came and went in an endless stream.
Chen Ye's troop of men appeared on the street, instantly drawing sideways glances.
People around saw that every single one of them exuded a fierce and unyielding aura, and they subconsciously stepped aside to clear a passage.
"Whose family is this? They look terribly unfamiliar."
"Look at that Marquis's Seal at his waist... a marquis of a designated county? But I've never seen a marquis so young in the capital."
"Perhaps he's returning from the provinces? He didn't even bring a single decent blade-axe slave with him."
Chen Ye remained as if he heard nothing of the whispers around him.
He rode all the way, leading his men right up to the city gates.
The gate guard saw someone approaching on horseback, and immediately raised an arm to block the way, shouting the customary demand: "Who comes? Where is your native place? What is your business in entering the city?"
These gate guards had spent many years in the capital, and their discernment was quite sharp.
Seeing Chen Ye and his party with sabers at their waists and bows slung over their horses, they clearly were not ordinary commoners, nor were they the vicious thugs of