Jingzhe quietly lifted the curtain of the carriage and looked outside. She said to Shen Miao, "Miss, we are here in Spring City."
Shen Miao also looked out.
Spring City was not as bad as the noble ladies in the capital made it out to be. Although it was a small place at the border, it was quite lively. It was just that the wind could be strong and sandy. Because of it, the skin of the girls here was a little dark, and they were not as delicate as the girls in the capital. There were vendors and small shops on the streets, and it was by no means short of goods.
As Jingzhe watched, she became happy. Her initial nervousness was swept away and she said, "Miss, Spring City is not much different from the capital."
