Looking at the street full of people kneeling and pleading for him to stay, Shang Jingchuan felt his heart surge with emotion, and his eyes filled with tears.
He suddenly realized, after reading the sage books for so many years, that it was not until this moment that he truly understood what public sentiment meant.
But he did not know that at this moment, at a corner not far from this street, a black carriage was parked.
The person in the carriage also witnessed this scene and couldn't help but feel emotional.
"The will of the people is clear; just for this reason, the Imperial Brother should not have removed him from his position."
Yan Peng, who was driving the carriage, did not speak. In fact, he was also deeply moved.
Previously, he had always believed that the brilliant achievements of the Capital Prefecture were due entirely to Zhao Ya's efforts alone.
Shang Jingchuan was nothing more than a mascot displayed in public.
