Chapter 11
On the bustling Qinglong Street in the imperial capital of Wu Kingdom, pedestrians instinctively made way, their gazes fixed in one direction.
“Mother, look at those horses!” a young boy in his mother’s arms exclaimed, his eyes sparkling.
“Those aren’t horses. They’re called Blood Qilin Beasts, mounts reserved for nobles,” the woman said softly.
“Nobles? Mother, just how wealthy are they?” the boy asked.
The woman thought for a moment, then shook her head. “Wealth beyond our reach in this lifetime.”
On Qinglong Street, the two Blood Qilin Beasts snorted loudly. Their blood-red fur seemed as though it had been stained with fresh blood. A single horn protruded from their foreheads, their hooves bore fiery patterns, and their tails burned with flames that swayed, exuding intense heat.
The beasts pulled an enormous carriage. Its golden fabric was embroidered with white tigers, one after another. The coachman, his face marked by a long scar, held the reins firmly.
Inside the carriage sat a man and a woman, separated by a considerable distance.
The man furrowed his brows, as though burdened with heavy thoughts.