There's no denying that the Capital City is the capital; the streets at night are extraordinarily lively.
Especially the busiest street, which is almost packed shoulder to shoulder.
Qu Fulan also knows the reason; Qingming Festival has just passed, leaving a warm afterglow, and now there are still people releasing sky lanterns by the river.
Because the street is too crowded, Qu Fulan is held protectively by Pei Ji'an in his arms, yet she still can't avoid being bumped into, not to mention the guards following them, who are entirely useless.
They had to leave the overly bustling street and head towards the river, where it was better.
"Oh my, my hairpin is crooked; my hair is probably a mess too."
"Don't move; let me fix it for you."
"Your clothes are a bit wrinkled too, Princely Heir."
"What did you call me?"
"... Si."
"Hmm, help me tidy up too."
