C184 What a Joke This King Is Not the Ninth Prince

In front of the Capital City gate.

People came and went, countless people came and went.

Qin Yi sat on the horse silently. His back was straight like a pine tree, and the white robe on his body was as white as snow.

All the people passing by avoided Qin Yi's line of sight with reverence.

Qin Yi raised her eyelids indifferently, and looked expressionlessly at the Capital City city gate