From a distance, it was impossible to see clearly. All that could be seen was a frail figure sitting high on the dragon carriage. This person was dressed in a dragon robe, and the beads hanging from the dragon crown obscured most of his face and was barely discernible.
Feeling his gaze, the slender figure seated on the dragon carriage looked towards his direction. Consequently, the eyes of the accompanying Imperial Special Guards all simultaneously turned in his direction.
Su Huarong shuddered, hastily lowering his head further and dared not move a muscle.
Once the dragon carriage had passed, Su Huarong felt a sudden alleviation of pressure and hurriedly submerged himself within the crowd, moving far to its other end.
Looking back, he saw that two soldiers bearing large blades had appeared at the spot he had previously stood. Startled, he quickly wormed his way further into the crowd. Assured that he was no longer the subject of any attention, he then carefully looked outwards.