The late autumn wind swept through the official road wrapped in dead leaves. Qin Xuan tightened his black cloak tightly, and the long sword at his waist made a clear sound as he walked. The wine flag of the inn ahead rolled in the dusk, and there was a faint noise. He raised his feet and stepped into the threshold, only to see the shopkeeper bending down to apologize to a few men in rich clothes. The table was in a mess, obviously he had eaten a king's meal.
"This is objective, the shop is closed today..." The shopkeeper caught a glimpse of Qin Xuan and his words stopped abruptly. The leader of the men in brocade clothes turned around. The jade plaque on his waist was engraved with the word "". He was the servant of Wang Hong, a powerful official in the imperial court. "Where did this wild boy come from?" The man sneered, "Open your eyes wide and take a look, this is our Wang family's place."
Qin Xuan frowned slightly and caught a glimpse of the old beggar huddled in the corner, with half a piece of hard biscuit left in the bowl. He recalled the same situation in Qingzhou half a month ago - corrupt officials colluded with bandits and looted the refugees' last rations. "Settle the bill and don't embarrass the old man." His tone was calm, but showed unquestionable majesty.
