The street was bustling.
Xia Ruqing got off the carriage, draped in her fox fur cape, and followed Zhao Junyao step by step.
Although it was freezing cold, she didn't feel chilly.
She finally understood the meaning of the ancient phrase 'shoulder to shoulder, heel to heel'.
Normally fond of lively scenes, Xia Ruqing even felt a bit dizzy.
"Your Majesty..."
"Where are we going? How much farther?" she complained with a pout.
Zhao Junyao was puzzled.
"Aren't you the one who loves lively scenes the most?"
"I heard that a foreign juggling troupe came to the Capital City, unlike any before! Do you like it?"
"I specially sent someone to find this out!"
Zhao Junyao looked expectantly for praise.
Xia Ruqing's eyes did light up when she heard about the juggling troupe.
But looking at the sea of people ahead, she felt dizzy again.
Immediately, she put her hands on her hips in protest.
"You're tall, strong, and walk easily through the crowd!"
