The area at the foot of the imperial city is generally the place with the strictest security measures.
Cheng Qingyan and Ye Lingyu were quite risky to climb over the wall in broad daylight, so they were very cautious, listening intently for a long time before taking action. However, even though they waited until no one was outside the courtyard before climbing over the wall, they still almost got spotted by the guards staking out the area.
After running a distance, Cheng Qingyan, panting, patted his chest and complained, "Wife, what exactly are Father and Mother on guard against?"
After saying that, he pointed to the guards of the Prince's Palace standing not far away: "These people are too incompetent. What are they doing? We climbed over the wall of the Prince's Palace so close to them, but they just stood there like statues, not moving at all, completely oblivious."
Ye Lingyu couldn't help but laugh out loud, whispering, "Ayan, how do you know they didn't notice us, or that they deliberately let us out?"
These words startled Cheng Qingyan. She couldn't help but recall when she was climbing over the wall from the Prince's mansion and walking towards the artificial hill, she encountered a guard who almost discovered them.
She thought she had been seen by the guard, but he turned and left as if he hadn't noticed them. She assumed she hadn't been discovered and continued to hide, clinging to a sliver of hope. Now, she realized that the man must have seen them, but for some reason, he ignored them and remained silent.
The joy of having secretly and secretly bypassed everyone to escape the Great Firewall vanished at this moment.
Cheng Qingyan turned to look at the few guards who remained motionless, and pouted, "Wife, let's not worry about whether they already knew we were running away. Let's go and explore the capital first. Isn't it said that the capital is the most prosperous place in the world?"
Ye Lingyu tightened her grip on Cheng Qingyan's hand, saying, "Then, Ayan, you must hold on tight. There are many people on the street, so don't get separated."
Cheng Qingyan intertwined his fingers with Ye Lingyu's, then clenched them tightly, raising his hand with a bright, almost boastful smile: "Wife, look, I've clenched it tight!"
Ye Lingyu smiled indulgently and said softly, "Okay~ I saw it, now I won't lose Ayan."
From the Prince Ning's Mansion to the bustling streets, you only need to walk through two narrow alleys for about ten or twenty minutes to reach the most prosperous and lively area of Kyoto.
Before even passing through the alley, the sounds of noise from the street could be heard not far away.
Located in the northern part of Kyoto, Cheng Qingyan and his group, who came from Jiangnan, experienced firsthand what it means to go from autumn to winter in an instant. The changing seasons leave no time for anyone to adjust.
I expected the temperature to drop as I headed north, transitioning from the humid climate of the south to the dry climate of the north. Despite being mentally prepared, the dryness on my face was still quite uncomfortable.
Some people on the street were already wearing warm fur coats, while others, like Cheng Qingyan and Ye Lingyu, had only added a slightly thicker outer coat and were not wearing heavy clothes.
As I walked from Yuanning County to here, I gradually adapted to the dryness and cold that came with heading north. It was much less of the feeling I had when I landed after flying from the south to the north and wanted to bury myself under a blanket.
The temperature is bearable; she can gradually adapt. If she can't, she can wear a cotton-padded coat. However, the climate is dry, and the cold wind makes her face hurt.
Ye Lingyu's skin was fine, with no obvious changes, but Cheng Qingyan's face was somewhat different.
Her face was already showing some redness. After seeing these red blood vessels from the hair, Cheng Qingyan wondered if she might accidentally develop a rosy complexion like a child from the high altitude.
So now, when she stands on the street, her first instinct is to look for a facial oil shop that can relieve dryness.
She was usually in those cosmetics shops, looking around anxiously. After all, it was her and Ye Lingyu's first time shopping in Kyoto, and she hadn't done any research beforehand about where anything was. Now she was completely lost and didn't know which way to go.
As she looked around, Ye Lingyu grabbed her hand and shook it, saying, "Ayan, look over there."
In the direction Ye Lingyu pointed, a little beggar was being harassed by a richly dressed young man. The beggar's broken bowl was kicked far away, while he himself was covering his head, enduring the young man's punches and kicks.
Beside the little beggar was another child, slightly smaller than the first. The child was being held down by an older man, and it was impossible to tell the child's gender. The two little beggars were seen struggling and resisting, but all their efforts were in vain.
How could such a small body withstand a powerful enemy?
Their clothes were tattered, their wrists and ankles were exposed, and they were not wearing shoes.
Under the emperor's nose, beating someone in the street is wrong, no matter the reason.
However, while someone was being beaten, the patrol team not far away did not come over. They just glanced at the situation and turned away.
At this moment, the young man was still hitting the little beggar, and even used a stick.
Someone who dares to commit violence in the street and is so favored by the Kyoto patrols that they turn a blind eye must be someone of great importance.
This is also why Ye Lingyu didn't rush forward immediately. She and Cheng Qingyan were newcomers, and Cheng Qingyan's identity was sensitive. She didn't want Cheng Qingyan to be in danger.
However, no matter where you go, there are always people who bully others by taking advantage of their power.
Whether it's Yuanning County, Mengjia Village, or now Kyoto, why is there bullying everywhere?
Cheng Qingyan frowned, her face grim and terrifying. Seeing that the little beggar's struggles had lessened, she could no longer stand idly by, so she grabbed Ye Lingyu's hand and strode over.
The young man, dressed in fine clothes, was about twelve or thirteen years old. He raised his stick high, about to strike the little beggar lying on the ground. He was extremely proud at this moment, laughing wildly and unrestrainedly.
He looked down on the little beggar on the ground with disdain, as if he were looking at a pile of garbage, and didn't treat them as human beings at all.
Cheng Qingyan quickly stepped forward and immediately grabbed the stick that he had raised high: "Stop, young man, if you continue to hit him like this, the person on the ground will probably lose his life."
The young man, stopped by the stick, glared at Cheng Qingyan with a sinister look: "Who do you think you are, daring to interfere in my affairs? Are you tired of living?"
Cheng Qingyan glanced at him disdainfully and snorted softly, "Young master? What young master? You look more like a crawling louse to me. Who gave you the right to commit violence in the street?"
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