"Right, why did you sleep next to me last night..."
"I said I was looking for liquor!"
"Who looks for liquor in bed?"
"Shut up!"
...
White Tower Street is located in the west of the city. Surrounded by residential areas, most of its inhabitants are wealthy merchants or officials. The homes stand in neat rows, their white walls and blue tiles contrasting with the clean, well-maintained green-brick road, lined with willows and sweet osmanthus.
At this moment, a crowd has gathered at the entrance of an alley, discussing animatedly.
"Tsk, Old Lin's death was particularly tragic."
"Yes, despite his age, he still met such a vile end."
"Who knows who he offended..."
The sound of horse hooves prompts the crowd to turn around. Their expressions change slightly as they make way to the sides.
Chen Mo dismounts, while Li Yuan covers her skirt and lightly hops down.
