714 Jinding

"Sir, would the three of you like a group photo to commemorate the occasion?" A photographer strode over, his left hand pointing to his stand camera.

Su Yanqiao immediately handed her camera to the photographer, as she had one but needed someone else's help to take the shot.

The photographer admired the camera in his hand, thinking to himself that nobles were indeed nobles, unaffected by the same treasures he held so dear.

Zhu Wencong looked back at the Subway station, reflecting that the year was 1867, and he had finally arrived in London, England.

"Smile!" the photographer shouted.

Su Yanqiao and Louis stood to the left and right of Zhu Wencong, one in bright attire, the other in Rococo dress.

In an instant, numerous onlookers gathered, each trying to fathom the identity of the yellow-skinned individual among them.

If he were Eastern, he should have had a queue, onlookers thought, but seeing no queue on Zhu Wencong's head, they concluded he must be American!