Without turning his head back, Mo Lian pulled Qiao Mu out of the palace while grasping her small hand, and he threw whatever Lantern Festival feast and whatever civil and military officials all out of his mind.
By now, the streets had already gotten lively, and the number of people was starting to slowly increase.
The pair shuttled through the crowd, miraculously daunting everyone from getting close, who all parted to the sides in unison to make way.
"Mo Lian." Puffing up her small cheeks, Qiao Mu yanked at him with her tightly grasped palm as she daintily called, "Mo Lian."
However, while holding her hand, Mo Lian made a detour into an out-of-the-way alley and finally stopped beneath a meandering stone arch bridge.
A three-meter-tall stone pagoda stood next to the arch bridge, with several green shrubs planted beside it. Since it was the winter season, all their leaves had fallen off their branches.
