82 The Tang Code Is Strangely Comforting

Dusk was approaching.

The autumn rain did not let up—it became heavy rain and thunder shook the skies.

The streets of the ancient city were washed clean and the puddles turned into flowing rivers.

A horse carriage emerged. The carriage wheels spun quickly on the limestone path, splashing water as the carriage bounded for the city gates.

Zhao Wuji had a bamboo hat on as he urged the horse forward.

He raised the token as the carriage approached the gates.

The soldiers who guarded the city walls rushed to open the gates.

The carriage raced past the narrow opening without hesitation.

Not long after they left the city, Zhao Wuji tugged sharply on the reins. The horse whinnied and reared before falling back onto all fours.

Its heavy hooves stomped on the wet ground and caused rainwater to splash up.

The passenger in the carriage peeled open the blinds—a veiled Jiang Linglong looked out.