Fortunately, his Martial Arts skills were strong, and he quickly stabilized himself.
He lifted the curtain and saw, in front of the carriage, a dense crowd of at least a hundred people kneeling.
They were dressed ordinarily, clearly commoners of Ye City, and most had a layer of mist over their heads, indicating they had been waiting here for a long time.
It was clear they had planned to block his carriage.
Seeing the carriage stop, an old man in his sixties with a wrinkled face spoke up, "Your Highness, Your Highness, all of us run small businesses from door to door. According to the Imperial Hospital, we are not a priority for the vaccine. But we travel everywhere daily and have surely come in contact with potential smallpox patients. Please have mercy, Your Highness, and let us be vaccinated too!"
"Please have mercy, Your Highness!"
"Please have mercy, Your Highness!"
...
As soon as the old man finished speaking, a hundred or so people simultaneously kowtowed.
