The rain in Yujing City comes at any time, cold and dense.
My name is Lin Yuan. I have just retired from the camp in the north. I have a few taels of silver in my pocket. I originally wanted to find a job under the emperor and make a living. But who would have thought that the rice in this capital is more expensive than the stones at our border. The money he brought was spent at great expense, but there was no work at all.
Today I went to a wealthy family's house to apply for a nursing home. When they saw my old clothes that were washed white, they kicked me out without saying a word. I was holding a fire in my heart and had nowhere to vent it. I could only crawl into this alley, which was so narrow that only one person could pass, trying to find a roof to hide from the rain.
The rain dripped down the wall, hitting the bluestone, and also hit my heart, making it feel cold. I was leaning against the wall, thinking about whether I should go to a ruined temple to spend the night, or exchange my last few coins for meat buns, when suddenly there was the sound of chaotic footsteps at the entrance of the alley.
I have been in the military camp for a long time and have an indescribable intuition about danger. There was something wrong with the footsteps. They were urgent and chaotic, and there were also a few low-throated shouts. I subconsciously shrank into the shadows deep in the alley and held my breath.
Soon, three or five men in black rushed in, all holding bright knives in their hands. They blocked the alley, like hunting, surrounding a young man in a moon-white gown.
