As the Mid-Autumn Festival approached, the streets of the capital city were decorated with lanterns and riddles hung up, preparing for the festival night for the citizens to enjoy.
Niu Pan'er rode her horse slowly down the street, watching the lantern stalls with interest, and said, "The capital is indeed much more prosperous than the Northeast, no wonder so many people are dying to return to the capital for a position."
Yuan Yi rode alongside her and said dismissively, "In my opinion, the Northeast is better. At least you don't have to worry so much when riding a horse."
Niu Pan'er chuckled lightly.
In the capital, there are many noble families and many rules. While doing as you please is not impossible, it comes at a great cost, as this is under the Emperor's feet.
"Damn, Song Si, you dare to hit my face!"
"Your mouth is so foul, what's wrong with hitting your face? I ought to rip that filthy mouth of yours!"
