Sun Yisheng had never drawn such attention in his life.
He was a Ninth Grade minor official in West Capital City, which meant he was essentially an insignificant official; normally, when he went out, few people would spare him a second glance.
But today, however, he felt the gaze of thousands upon him, making him slightly dizzy and quickening his heart rate.
Walking under the shelter of decorative umbrellas and entering the capital, Chen Shi had a different mindset.
"My grandfather killed many people here, earning the nickname 'West Capital Butcher,' " he said to Sun Yisheng.
Sun Yisheng shivered and immediately lost his sense of being the center of attention, quickly responding, "Young Master, please don't mention this ever again! Lord Chen Tang has also faced a lot of hostility because of this matter."
Chen Shi appeared unconcerned when a voice came from the crowd: "That's the Child Scholar, someone who died eleven years ago."
