"No, Mom knows, after all, Uncle Zhao is there...hehe." Wen'er replied with a grin.

"Are you tired after walking all this way?"

"That's alright. I've walked a lot before, so I'm not tired. Are you tired, brother?"

"Me? Do I look tired?" Er Mao straightened his chest and quickened his pace.

We walked like that for quite a while.

"Wen'er, look at these houses, they're so grand! The roads here are much wider than ours, I think ten carriages could walk side by side." After his sister arrived, Er Mao became more talkative. He held his sister's hand with one hand and pointed at the houses on the street with the other, gesturing excitedly.

"Yes," Wen'er replied, but then looked up at the rising sun.

"Brother, do you think we still have time? It's almost noon."

"We'll make it in time. Dad said we're almost there, but I reckon we won't be able to get inside."

"oh."

"Do you want to go inside and take a look?" Er Mao asked.

Wen'er quickly shook her head, "No, that's too scary, I wouldn't dare."

"I wouldn't even dare to look at her from outside." She patted her chest as she said this.

Seeing her timid appearance, Er Mao teased, "Then what are you doing following me all this way to see?"

Before Wen'er could speak, her father exclaimed, "Wow! So many people!"

"How can you see that clearly?"

Er Mao looked ahead, but all he could see were densely packed backs; he couldn't see anything at all.

"How much longer do we have to walk, Dad?" Er Mao asked.

"We've arrived."

"ah?"

It was only then that Er Mao belatedly realized that he had arrived at the vegetable market in the south of the city, but now there were people everywhere.

"How can I possibly see the execution ground from here!" Er Mao cried out in frustration.