Street vendors shouted at the top of their lungs, young gentlemen in neat and clean clothes held folding fans as they chatted and laughed, young ladies gently covered their faces with handkerchiefs, and numerous children walked in groups along the street, holding strings of candied haws.
Out of place amidst this worldly atmosphere was the furious scolding of Xia Yun. Sitting inside the carriage, she had yet to calm her anger—how dare he actually forget about her!
Yet Chen Xiaofei completely ignored the abuse coming from the carriage. From the moment they entered the Holy Capital, he had a persistent feeling that something was watching him, though he had observed carefully along the way without discovering anything amiss.
Chapter 147