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"That's good. But how do you know the whole city is paying attention?"
Rong Anning instinctively replied, "Isn't it because of that storybook?"
As she spoke halfway, she regretted and closed her mouth.
Song Feiwan seized the opportunity and asked with a smile, "Oh? Miss Rong has read it too?"
"I haven't read it! I prefer elegant things! Poetry and songs!"
"Alright then."
The two continued their playful banter until they reached the jewelry store.
Rong Anning quickly showcased her expertise. Song Feiwan didn't understand jewelry and couldn't discern the quality of the materials.
Rong Anning had been raised in luxury since childhood and was quite skilled in this area.
With her help, the shopkeeper dared not deceive them; not only did he present high-quality items, but he also offered them a price that satisfied both of them.
Afterward, they visited fabric shops, tailoring stores, dessert shops, and more.
Rong Anning took charge of quality control while Song Feiwan handled the payments, and their collaboration was very enjoyable.
With bags in hand, they exited the shops. Song Feiwan looked toward the horizon; the sun had already set.
"It's getting late; let's call it a day here. Do you know any good restaurants? I'll treat you to a meal," she said.
Rong Anning smiled slyly and didn't hesitate to respond, "Come with me."
They ultimately chose a magnificent restaurant located by the river that flowed through the city. As night fell, the lights illuminated the place beautifully.
Not only did it offer delicious food and fine wine, but it also featured stunning performances of song and dance.
The music was enchanting, lifting their spirits.
However, the prices were not cheap either.
A meal for the two of them would cost at least two silver coins.
Rong Anning intended to take advantage of her friend, but looking around, she noticed that Song Feiwan didn't seem to feel any pain in her pocket.
With no one to exploit, her thoughts scattered considerably.
They specifically chose a private room on the upper floor, and upon opening the window, they could enjoy the view below. By the shimmering riverside, merchants were setting up their stalls, lanterns being hung one by one, and pedestrians gradually increased in number.
"What’s going on?" Song Feiwan asked.
Rong Anning glanced over and exclaimed, "Ah, I almost forgot! There’s a lantern festival tonight."
Entertainment in ancient times was not as varied as it is today, and recently Song Feiwan had been feeling quite bored, so she instantly became interested.
"After we finish our meal, let’s go take a look."
Unlike Rong Anning, who wore a more elegant outfit, Song Feiwan donned a light-colored dress and adorned her hair with a single red hairpin, looking pure and ethereal. She was stunningly beautiful, with porcelain-white skin, crimson lips, delicate brows, and clear eyes. Sitting by the window, behind her was a moonlit sky dotted with stars and the glow of countless lights from homes.
Even Rong Anning, being a woman herself, felt her heart skip a beat at the sight of such breathtaking beauty and momentarily forgot to refuse. Thus, their plan to visit the lantern festival was set.
After enjoying a delicious meal, Song Feiwan happily headed outside. As they passed by an open private room, she overheard a drunken man boasting inside:
"That Southern King, Wu Gai, is renowned for his might. He can shoot an enemy’s head from a hundred paces away! In just two short years, he has united the scattered tribes of the Northern Rong and risen as a formidable rival to our Great Zhou! His strength cannot be underestimated!"
"Is he really that impressive? Isn’t he comparable to His Highness the Crown Prince?"
"Hah! In my opinion, His Highness the Crown Prince is slightly inferior to the Southern King."
Outside the door, Rong Anning furrowed her brows tightly: "What nonsense! A brutish man like him can’t compare to me."
Then she caught sight of a tall figure descending the stairs; her gaze sharpened in shock as two words slipped from her lips: "Cousin?!"
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