The words were calm, without any waves.
"You..."
The coachman's eyes flared with anger in his heart, yet he didn't know how to act on it.
"Enter the city."
Seeing this, Chen Chuan finally spoke, resolving the situation in one move.
"Escort the lord into the city!"
Song Wu didn't say much, leading his troops to guard both sides as they headed towards the Qinghe County Government Office.
At the hour of dawn, just past daybreak, the city was already bustling, with many people decorating the streets and alleys with lights, while others were constructing towers.
"Hmm!?"
Chen Chuan frowned and looked at the advisor beside him: "Is there any festival happening recently?"
The middle-aged scholar shook his head: "There is no major festival within the month."
"Then why is this?"
Chen Chuan's gaze shifted, but he was reluctant to inquire further, having to temporarily bury the question in his mind.
