338 The Rise and Fall of the Royal City (Sixty-Six Chapters)

On the way home, pedestrians who saw the rare sight of an adult's carriage made way for him, and then stopped to watch. Although the adult also lived in the market, he was a rare sight for those who came later.

In the past, I could see the ladies quite often, but now it's a rare sight. Today, with this rare opportunity, they all stopped their hurried steps, put down what they were doing, and waited for the carriage to depart.

Soon the streets were filled with ordinary market residents, their eyes filled with admiration and worship as they looked at the carriage.

Although the person himself was not seen, the slowly moving carriage was a symbol of the adult. The power of yesterday's execution was beyond description, and there was a deep respect and trust in his eyes.

Someone shouted first, "May your lord live a long and healthy life!" "Your lord is mighty and powerful!"...and so on. Then another voice rang out, "Long live your lord!"

Then, 'Long live the Emperor!'...

The sound resounded through the heavens, as if piercing through the clouds. A fervent passion, a fervent populace.

Inside the carriage was their protector, their hero. Their beloved Lord He, also the city lord on horseback.

On both sides of the street, men, women, children, and even young children carried on their parents' shoulders, all looked at each other with the same awe, respect, and fervor that believers would have when looking up at their god.

Among the crowd were Miss Zuo from the Ji family's caravan, Uncle Hong, as well as visiting merchants and other people with different purposes, all of whom were sensing the immense prestige of the host of this place.

Uncle Hong sighed softly, "Truly, she lives up to everyone's expectations; she's not much different from the young lady."

Miss Zuo nodded silently, then sighed softly, "Yes, it's truly something to yearn for."

Inside the carriage, the women all felt a different kind of sensation. This sincere call, the call of tens of thousands, or even more people, was like an invisible bond, an invisible aura, making them feel the same way. At this moment, a strange feeling slowly grew in their hearts.

Her eyes were filled with adoration as she gazed at her lover.

His expression remained calm, a hint of emotion flickering in his eyes, but he shook his head and looked at his attributes—the very foundation upon which he relied for survival. In an environment where numbers were the deciding factor, he would naturally be the one with the people's hearts, invincible.

Unfortunately, no. In the end, you still have to rely on yourself.

The road was neither short nor long, and the carriage quickly returned to the old mansion.

Butler Jin and his subordinates at the door were all waiting for the master and mistress to return. The resounding aura they had just displayed filled them with a sense of glory.

At this moment, I feel an indescribable sense of honor. Before, it was just that my life had improved a little, but now it is a sense of glory.

Indeed, the cheers were filled with reverence, and even the servants of the master were honored, filled with gratitude and unwavering loyalty.

The pride I feel is beyond words. At this moment, I feel as if I have boundless courage, and no matter how turbulent the weather, I will steadfastly follow the will of my elders and serve them well in their daily lives. This is also an immense honor.

I don't know why this is the case, nor do I know the source of this idea. Perhaps it's the survival needs of the weak, or the propaganda of royal ideology. Or perhaps it's a genuine thought.

Without giving much thought to whether others' affection or sincerity is genuine, at this moment, the only thing that is always there and can be checked at any time is what I truly need and the foundation for my existence.

It's a pity, though, that's still not enough. If you could just sit at home and see thousands of new cases every day, why take any risks? Just lay low for a few years, and you'd be invincible when you go out. Wouldn't that be better?

Thinking of this, it was truly a daydream. With a gentle smile and a light touch, the beauty was in his arms. He didn't let go, but went into the courtyard, gently embraced her, and casually found a soft chair to sit down.

Everyone else soon came in, looked at their lovers, and smiled without saying a word.

Wanqing leaned gently against Xixi's chest, resting on the soft cushions of the bench under the peach tree.

Wei Qinghui came to the two of them, smiling and whispering, and left with Yun Qing and Yun Shuni. After freshening up, they also brought gifts and expressions of gratitude from Wei Family Village.

The gift itself wasn't expensive; it was the sentiment and gratitude that mattered.

Yun Su and Piao Miao Yue followed quietly, both smiling without saying a word.

Seeing that the two needed to freshen up, Jie Huayu quickly walked over and said softly, "The shop delivered some new styles, ladies, why don't you try them on?"

He chuckled softly, then gestured to indicate the position of his shirt and the position of his pants.

A few people chuckled softly, and a voice drifted over, "Let's go give it a try."

Fanghua, Yunyan, and the others leaned gently against their lovers. Jingzhai and Hanlinling also sat nearby, their eyes filled with joy.

In an instant, the aroma wafted over and filled the air.

At this moment, the world was silent, a rare moment of peace. The clouds were clear and the breeze gentle, and with their lovers by their side, everyone felt a sense of ease and joy.

Wei Lan blushed slightly, feeling extremely sweet inside, but there were other people around, and she felt a little shy.

She said softly, "Shen Lang, thank you."

There was no answer, only a soft whisper, "Thank you for taking care of things at home. Once things settle down, I'll take you on a spring outing."

Wei Lan gently shook her head, pressing her beautiful head tightly against the warm and broad chest, and softly replied, "Chen Lang, you've worked hard. Last time, Jinjia Village and Wengjia Village, as well as the villages near Jinjia Village before, sent some gifts."

We are all grateful to Chen Lang. With Chen Lang here, everyone feels like they are living like human beings. There is hope.

Although they accepted all the gifts, Shen Lang was relieved and arranged for return gifts. They asked me to convey their sentiments to Shen Lang.

He Chen nodded gently and said in a low voice, "I understand. You can handle these matters from now on."

They have already paid their taxes. I maintain the stability of this place. Everyone gets what they need. I am not a saint. I have never thought of helping the weak and needy. They do not need to do so either.

However, matters of social obligation are always unavoidable, and I'll have to trouble everyone with these things.

After hearing this, everyone nodded slightly.

As the last rays of the setting sun faded, Wen'er, dressed in a cotton coat, emerged from the backyard and softly called out to the older sisters.

Seeing Wen'er's face gradually regaining its color, and without the previous fright, she said softly, "It's getting late, Wen'er must be hungry. Let's go eat together."

With a casual sigh, the door opened, and five beautiful young women emerged, all wearing matching black cotton one-piece bras and black shorts.

She stood gracefully, wearing a pair of shiny black crystal high heels. Her long, slender legs gleamed alluringly in the light, creating a striking contrast with her black top, making her appear even more fair-skinned and beautiful. Her beauty was beyond description; even the most stunning woman in the world could not match her beauty.