The carriage stopped by the side of Yujie Road, and Lin Jiaojiao, with a mournful expression, followed Yan Sihan off the carriage.
Seeing them, the people around hurriedly made way. In the eyes of ordinary people, the Regent King was even more significant than the Emperor.
Although the Regent King personally ordered that people didn't have to bow to him when he went out, the people still respectfully saluted and made way, giving a clear path.
This was Lin Jiaojiao's first time on the streets since her reincarnation, and it had been years since she last walked the streets.
Sitting in the carriage for a long time, even in winter, the sunlight outside was still dazzling. She raised her hand to shield her eyes and looked up.
The splendid sunlight poured through the dry and cold air, casting itself between the ubiquitous green tiles and red walls, joined by the abruptly jutting flying eaves.
