Shen Miao was wearing a bright yellow long-sleeved dress with colorful embroidery on it. This dress was bright in color to begin with, and with the complicated embroidery, it was quite unpleasant to look at. Coupled with the gold hairpin and silver jewelry and heavy makeup, she looked especially… uncultured and stupid.
Occasionally, when the people around passed by, they would look at her as if she was a joke.
There was confusion on Shen Miao's face.
A moment ago, she was still in the palace of the Daliang Dynasty, on the verge of death because of childbirth, thinking that she would surely be dead. However, the next moment, she was on this lively street.
She was not at all unfamiliar with this street. This was the capital of Ming Qi.
What was going on? She couldn't possibly reach Ming Qi from Long Ye in the blink of an eye. Could it be that she was dreaming?
