"Dang!"
As the gongs and drums sounded, it marked the arrival of Zhu Wencong and his group in the Imperial Capital, with the Governor's procession attracting countless onlookers.
Soldiers holding long spears stood on both sides of the road, relying on the gun stocks to form a cordon, preventing the crowd from advancing.
Zhu Wencong sat inside the carriage with closed eyes, resting, as it continued without stopping, indicating they were heading directly to the Imperial Palace.
"It's so stinky! Why is the Imperial Capital as foul-smelling as London used to be?" Louis covered his mouth and nose.
"We're currently in the Outer City, which is the area where the Hans and merchants are active, densely populated, with trash everywhere.
The city's ditches were built during the era of the Chengzu, and the Qing court has done nothing to maintain them, citing a lack of funds.
