"Make way, make way! Clear the path!"
That acquaintance had boarded a sedan chair reserved for the chief official of the yamen. The chair was already heading this way, and it seemed he was about to leave.
Many people, including Gao Qian, immediately dispersed among the rows of watching commoners or used ox carts to conceal themselves, secretly watching those departing in this direction.
Some rode ox carts, some sat astride tall horses, and some traveled in sedan chairs. Without exception, their display was far grander than when they had arrived!
Take the county assistant magistrate Gao Qian was watching. Once he entered the sedan chair and its curtains fell, outsiders could no longer see him, but the attendants before and behind the chair were utterly different from before.
Especially the few attendants in front, who were actually carrying banners and command plaques reading "Acting County Magistrate," swaggering right past Gao Qian.
"Make way, by order!" Amid the shouted calls, Gao Qian ground his teeth until they creaked, yet he could only endure it and did not dare make another sound.
Behind them was a young man on horseback, barely twenty-something, with an ordinary appearance. Yet the spring breeze on his face made him seem rather radiant.
Gao Qian knew this man too. The moment he saw him, then clearly saw the robe he wore, Gao Qian's eyes instantly turned red.
"Whelp!" he cursed under his breath, his rage even greater than before.
Not long ago, this man had still been an unranked clerical officer with no official grade whatsoever.
This young man had even been cultivated by Gao Qian. In the past, he had fawned over him shamelessly and, under Gao Qian's subtle prompting, had even considered offering up his own wife.
Yet this dog was now wearing the