"Exile," Zhou Yun realized, turning to Liang Wan. "That's right. After Wang Su and the other key criminals were publicly beheaded, their remaining family members were sentenced to exile. They're departing today."
Liang Wan was startled and hurriedly ducked out of the long-eaved carriage to peer anxiously at the scene. A large crowd had gathered on the rain-slicked street. Down the center of the road, two squads of soldiers were escorting a line of prisoners south.
Liang Wan's gaze swept back and forth through the procession several times, but she couldn't find Wang Tingyue, and she couldn't help but grow anxious.
"Are you looking for Wang Tingyue?"
From behind her, Zhou Yun emerged as well, holding an umbrella over her head.
