The night market was brightly lit, and there were visitors everywhere.
When the carriage entered the bustling city, these two lines of verse surfaced in Lu Sheng's mind.
It was the capital, after all. Despite the cold weather outside, the city was still bustling.
As there were too many pedestrians, Chu Yun deliberately slowed his horse. When they reached the middle, he was practically walking.
"Eh—"
When she passed by the street, Lu Sheng saw two familiar figures.
"What's wrong?"
Seeing the surprise on her face, Chu Sihan asked curiously.
Lu Sheng shook her head. After lowering the curtain, she mumbled, "I must have seen wrongly."
She actually saw the beggar grandparent-grandchild pair whom she had given buns to back at Huang Yang Town.
However, they were dressed cleanly and had servants accompanying them now. This made her wonder if she had seen wrongly.
