Xia Ruqing's petite figure was like a swift swallow, deftly weaving through the crowd, precisely arriving at each stall she had her eye on.
Zi Su was responsible for paying the silver, while she was only responsible for eating.
Zhao Junyao was absolutely unaccustomed to this environment.
The entire evening, he was busy searching for Qingqing.
Every time he found her, in the blink of an eye she would vanish again.
Zhao Junyao was helpless, and could only continue following from behind.
Li Shengan also felt miserable. Has the Empress gone mad?
Then he glanced at the Emperor, whose face was dark and drenched in sweat yet still busily searching for his wife.
He was utterly shocked.
"The Empress is so unrestrained, and the Emperor isn't angry!"
He knew the Emperor too well.
Despite his face looking as dark as the bottom of a pot.
In truth, he wasn't angry at all, there was even a bit of sweetness.
If he were truly angry, he would have thrown up his sleeves and left long ago.
