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Riding in a delicate little carriage, the carriage interior adorned with many cute dolls and hanging with a host of fragrant little sachets, Zhu Minglang drew back the curtain, gazing at the streets of Qin City.
Qin City was not as bustling and congested as Man City; everything here appeared orderly, the to and fro of people seeming leisurely and comfortable. From time to time, melodious flute and zither music wafted from street corners, and occasionally, a few flower-selling girls drifted by, their fragrance spreading in their wake.
No wonder it was known as the City of Flowers and Songs.
"Just a short while ago we had stormy weather, and everyone was planning to call it off. We never expected the wind to cease, the rain to stop, and for the sun to shine down so comfortably!" Zhu Rongrong said, her smile blooming.
