Western Jin Capital, it was late autumn at this time; the cold wind was bleak, and most of the people on the street had worried expressions and were hurrying along.
Wei Yuan was walking on the avenue leading to the Palace gates, and the officials he encountered along the way all stepped forward to greet him. Even the second and third rank officials sitting in sedan chairs hurriedly stopped their sedan chairs to greet him. Just from the officials' fawning, one could tell that Wei Yuan's status was no longer comparable to the past.
Back then, when Wei Yuan was first appointed as a Military Governor, although he was also of the second rank, at that time, any second-rank official would look at Wei Yuan arrogantly. Now, however, real power holders in the second rank are trying hard to be half a head lower than Wei Yuan, and those without real power cannot even reach Wei Yuan's shoulder with their heads lowered.
