Chapter 323: The Peasant Girl’s Splendid Manor
Chapter 323: A Well-Intentioned Reminder (4)
The number of people on both sides of the street kept growing, forming thick walls of onlookers. Those seated in the main hall couldn't see the situation on the main road at all. Unable to contain themselves, some paid for their tea and snacks and rushed out to join the crowd.
Once the first person left, the second quickly followed, and before long, only a few elderly folks who couldn't manage the crowd remained in the hall.
Sitting by the window, Mo Yan could see nothing either. After some thought, she settled her bill and ran to join the crowd. She had come specifically to see Xiao Ruiyuan off; what kind of farewell would it be if she couldn't even catch a glimpse of him?
"Stop pushing from behind! People are getting squashed!"
"Move back, move back! My belt has come off. Let me find it!"
"Ouch, my foot's about to get crushed! Do you have to push so hard?"
The crowd kept shouting for everyone to stop pushing, but with such limited space for a good view, no one wanted to budge. Everyone wanted to be at the front, and the pushing got worse.
Mo Yan had intended to find a secluded spot, just to catch a glimpse of Xiao Ruiyuan. But the crowd was so dense that even though she wasn't pushing, others were pushing her. Gradually, she was squeezed into the middle, and then to the very front, almost hitting her head on a cold, hard piece of armor from a member of the Imperial Guard.
Finding such a good spot, Mo Yan certainly didn't want to be pushed back. But with no support except for the steadfast Imperial Guard, she had no choice but to grit her teeth and hold her ground, refusing to be moved an inch despite the jostling.
Several times she was almost pushed away, and instinctively she grabbed onto the edge of an armor piece. Fortunately, the Imperial Guard had been grabbed countless times before, and with so many people, he didn’t seem to mind.
The cold wind did nothing to dampen people's enthusiasm. More and more citizens gathered along the street. Finally, the army about to depart began to march from a distance. From the corner emerged eight solemn-faced Imperial Guards holding long spears, clearing the way for the army.
Next came a pure black warhorse, ridden by a man in black armor—none other than Xiao Ruiyuan.
The gentle winter sunlight softly enveloped him, reflecting a fierce, cold light. This stark contrast struck Mo Yan deeply, leaving her breathless and unable to see anything else.
She wasn't the only one stunned. The moment that god-like figure appeared, the entire bustling street fell silent. People's fiery gazes followed that figure, with only one thought in mind: "This is a true general!"
"General Xiao will surely win! Da Chu will surely win!"
Someone, overwhelmed with excitement, shouted the first cheer. In the quiet, it rang out especially clearly. Awakened from their daze, people's pent-up emotions burst forth, and the shouts of "General Xiao will surely win, Da Chu will surely win" echoed like waves, resounding through the skies!
In the tea house's elegant private rooms, even the noble ladies could no longer maintain their composure. One by one, they stood excitedly by the windows, their faces flushed as they gazed at the most dazzling figure, their admiration almost palpable.
Mo Yan fixed her gaze on that increasingly close figure, her heart overwhelmed with emotion. She wanted to shout along with the crowd, but when she tried to speak, she found that straightforward words felt inadequate in the face of someone like him.
Such a stirring scene was not new to Xiao Ruiyuan. He reined in his fierce aura, accepting the people's reverence and hopes without shifting his gaze, but his eyes unconsciously scanned the crowd, hoping to spot a small, familiar figure.
No, no, still no!
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