As the night fell, the lights of the Capital City poured down like a galaxy. Bookstores and taverns lined both sides of the street, lanterns swaying.
Everything was being sold at the night market.
The din was chaotic, with all sorts of sounds.
"Masks for sale! Fifteen coins each."
"Fifteen coins? The shop ahead sells for only ten, and they have more designs than yours. No wonder you have no business here."
"Get lost, get lost, if you're not buying, just get lost. Do I have to beg you to buy?"
"Someone just said something happened in the palace, the Grand Tutor got the message and went there."
"What could happen? Did the Holy Emperor die?"
"Shush! Lower your voice! How dare you say such things."
"Why should I keep it down! He imprisoned Daoist Bao Pu. My Nannan has been bewitched for days, crying nonstop, waiting for the Daoist to save her!"
The speaker put his hands on his hips.
