The harbor market is the most bustling place in this city-state.
In addition to buying and selling everyday items and food, there are also slave trades.
Riding a white horse, An Yeran contentedly headed towards the market entrance with a honey leaf in her mouth, intending to purchase a few things that she wanted; she hadn't had time to do so yesterday.
People scurried about, tending to their own businesses.
An Yeran dismounted her horse and tied it up in a shed by the entrance of the market and ordered someone to bring some hay to feed it.
The young boy followed behind the girl, standing at the entrance with a slight frown, seemingly not wanting to enter.
After all, this place wasn't a pleasant memory for him.
Noticing his reluctance, An Yeran said: "Wait for me outside, I'll have a servant get you something tasty."
After speaking, she turned and started walking towards the market. But before she had taken a few steps, her wrist was seized by the boy.
