The night in Great Tang was exceptionally bright, a silver full moon hung high in the sky, casting a silvery glow that draped the earth in radiance, while a gentle breeze rustled through the dense foliage, creating a rustling sound.
The summer in Changan City was somewhat hot, so many people were outside enjoying the cool, admiring the moon, and watching the stars of the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl.
The people of Changan had enjoyed many years of peace. Wars and bloodshed were now distant memories for the younger population, and the increasing strength of the nation had made the people of Changan take pride in being citizens of the Great Tang, especially recently when numerous countries had sent envoys, offering treasures as a sign of subjugation, which heightened the pride of Changan's residents to its peak.
Thus, all the people of Changan leisurely enjoyed the cool night, chatting idly.
