"You little brat, why are you talking more and more outrageous?" Xiao Shunzi was really scared and quickly put his hands behind his back and moved away from Bai Lu.
Meng Qi was also speechless at Bai Lu's explicit and bold words.
Although he was not afraid of the Ninth Prince.
He did intend to cooperate with his master to kill the Ninth Prince, but he shouldn't have been so arrogant and said such things without regard for the occasion.
However, Bai Lu was a maidservant of the Demon Queen, and on the day of the Venerable One and the Demon Queen's joyous occasion, he couldn't very well argue with a maidservant.
As Xiao Shunzi walked away, Meng Qi also took a few steps away from Xi, unwilling to argue with Bai Lu any further.
To prevent this girl from being so arrogant and causing any more trouble.
The procession quickly returned to the east gate of Kyoto, where a large crowd of people had already lined the streets to watch the spectacle.
Because they knew that today was the emperor and empress's wedding day, alms would be distributed.
Therefore, among the common people, the ragged refugees and beggars were the most eager and proactive, all wanting to grab some alms to make a living.
Seeing this scene from afar, Shang Xiye and Ji Fengyao, whose hands were tightly clasped, silently shook hands lightly.
“When we left the capital, there were beggars, but far fewer than this many, and no more refugees. How long has it been…” Shang Xiye’s voice was quite hoarse.
Ji Fengyao knew that he felt sorry for these people.
After all, he was once the guardian of this country, having shed his blood and risked his life for it.
"Your Highness, whether mortal or cultivator, everyone has their own destiny. Reincarnation never ends, fate never ceases, and many things cannot be decided or changed by any one or a few people. If you are sad, we will send more money and food to those in need later," Ji Fengyao said softly through telepathy.
"I understand," Shang Xiye said, turning his head slightly and glancing at his understanding wife out of the corner of his eye, pursing his lips slightly.
He was once the God of War of the Great Zhao Dynasty, but he was not a god after all.
Even if he could stay and protect the Great Zhao, this world wouldn't last long before it collapses.
At that time, he will also be powerless to save everyone.
The joyful chariot approached the city gate.
The palace servants at the back of the procession automatically dispersed, allowing the alms carts further back to catch up.
Four eunuchs stood on the alms cart following closely behind the wedding carriage, methodically picking up the large red bags filled with silver, rice, and flour.
They handed the lucky bag to Xiao Shunzi and Bai Lu in front, and then Xiao Shunzi and Bai Lu handed it to Shang Xiye and Ji Fengyao.
Shang Xiye and Ji Fengyao also stood up hand in hand, took the lucky bags from Xiao Shunzi and Bai Lu respectively, and carefully placed them into the arms of the vagrants or beggars in the crowd.
Many people gathered to watch the spectacle, creating a bustling and crowded scene.
But everyone just quietly watched the show, without any joy on their faces.
Even among the refugees and beggars who received the lucky bags, few said "thank you," let alone expressed their gratitude with tears in their eyes.
more than this.
Those refugees or beggars whom Shang Xiye and Ji Fengyao did not "take care of" would cast resentful glances at them.
Shang Xiye could clearly sense that these resentful or indifferent gazes were directed at him and Shang Dongyang.
And those few beggars who rarely said "thank you" were all saying it to his young wife.
You should know that the people of Kyoto used to regard his young wife as a ruthless bandit.
Nowadays, Shang Dongyang is not as popular as a "ruthless bandit"!
This shows just how much of a failure Shang Dongyang was as an emperor.
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