Capítulo 117: Saber Sense

Ye Jingtang got out of the carriage, opened his oil-paper umbrella, and looked at the street.

Bamboo Street was surrounded by residential areas. Most of the people living here were middle-class people such as rich businessmen and retired officials. The street was very neat. Behind the street, the outline of mansions with white walls and blue tiles could be seen, as well as willow laurel leaves sticking out of branches.

At this moment, at the entrance of an alley by the street, there were many people, including scholars and businessmen holding umbrellas and whispering to each other.

"How did Elder Zhao die?"

"I heard that he was killed. It was a robbery."

"He has no children, yet he still suffered such a calamity in his old age. It's really… Eh? Who's here?"

When the crowd heard the sound of the carriage, they turned around and revealed shocked expressions. They hurriedly retreated to the side of the street and bowed.