At a quarter past dawn, the rosy light was almost drenching the entire sky.
In Yunjiang Prefecture City, the pedestrians were still going about their usual routines.
These early risers had all sorts of identities.
They might be clerks in some shop, laborers in alleyways, or countryside farmers bringing their goods into the city at dawn…
Of course, there were also barbers, masons, carpenters, painters, doctors, scholars…
Or perhaps, they were idle wanderers, wealthy families' stewards making purchases, or even night-soil carriers…
No matter their status, at this moment, their existence was much the same.
Naturally, this also included Cui Yunqi, who was riding a dashing snow-stepping horse, accompanied by a steward and dressed in splendid attire, full of spirit.
Cui Yunqi had once imagined many paths to fame for Chen Xu.
