The next day dawned clear and sunny.
Gu Jiao hoisted Gu Yan onto the carriage.
Gu Xiaoshun drove the carriage, while Master Lu drove another.
Gu Jiao didn't pay much attention to the Su siblings' movements; she lowered the curtains and told Gu Xiaoshun to set off.
The journey was smooth, and in roughly half an hour, they entered Yan Country's imperial city, Shengdu.
Even someone like Gu Jiao, who was not particularly impressed with cultural landscapes, could distinctly feel the powerful atmosphere of a capital city assault her senses—shops lined the streets in an orderly fashion, the roads were bustling with people and overflowing with carts and horses in a continuous stream.
Gu Xiaoshun's mouth hung open in shock: "Wow, sis, the streets of Shengdu are so broad! How many carriages can fit side by side here?"