The bright moon hangs in the sky, the scent of golden osmanthus fills the air, Shangjing City is bustling and vibrant, the streets are adorned with various lanterns, featuring Chang'e flying to the moon, the moon rabbit holding a lamp, lotus lamps, and so on, all exquisite and lifelike.
Groups of people gather, either guessing lantern riddles, composing poems to the moon, or enjoying the sight of the moon and chatting merrily, and the laughter and cheerful voices bring smiles to the faces of passersby.
This is the prosperity and bustle only seen in times of peace.
On the walls of Zhuxing Tower, Emperor Chu, with hands behind his back, observed the bustling scene, feeling a surge of grandeur, and looked at the person beside him.
"Is the Mid-Autumn Lantern Festival in Xuzhou as bustling? How have you spent it in the past?"
