Taixing, Year Fourteen, Ninth Month.
Capital City, in front of Duke Yan Mansion.
Tao Fen parted ways with the gatekeeper Zhou Xun, slung his simple luggage over his back, mounted his horse, and left Qinren Street, heading towards the West City Gate.
In the streets of the Capital City, few dared to gallop; it would be no laughing matter if someone collided with a noble.
Tao Fen wasn't in a hurry, so he let his horse walk leisurely forward.
The eastern part of the city was home to many nobles; the streets were filled with fine horses and ornate carriages, among them carriages carrying elegantly or splendidly adorned women.
Occasionally, a carriage brushed past him, leaving a whiff of fragrant breeze.
Tao Fen sniffed and thought that the girl from this family had quite a taste; the fragrance she used was extremely delicate and elegant.
Maybe she's a young lady from a scholarly family, he thought.
