Outside of the Imperial City, a prisoner carriage was slowly headed towards the city gates.
As time entered the fourth month, the dark rain was relentless. The road which was covered in yellow soil because Emperor Yuanchen personally led the troops had once again became filled with holes and covered in soil.
The Cloud Crossing Carriage wasn't affected, but the normal ones were.
When they arrived within ten miles of the Imperial City, one could see that the sides of the streets were filled with refugees, their clothes no longer covered their bodies. Their faces were yellow while their bodies were thin, filled with hunger and despair.
"Why are there so many refugees? Why don't those rich families provide food for them?"
On the prisoner's carriage, Rank Nine Ministry of Justice Inspector Zhang Li looked ahead with shock.
The sight ahead of him was pretty much hell.