Chapter 50 Nanny Always Thinks I’m Old, Weak, Sick, and Disabled
The shops on Zhengyang Street, not far from the Prime Minister’s Mansion, sell the finest goods, exquisite inns and taverns colloquially known as luxury items. Naturally, those who come are either wealthy or noble. However, Song Ci didn’t head to Zhengyang Street, not because she couldn’t afford it, but because she wanted to see the lives of the common people. So she chose a street that could be considered middle-tier, frequented by both nobility and commoners.
Chaoyang Street is the central axis of East and West City, close to the canal in the city. It’s a prime location with carriages and horses bustling and pedestrians flocking in an endless stream.
Song Ci looked at the rows of shops on both sides of the street and clicked her tongue in admiration.
Red walls, green tiles, soaring eaves and towers, vibrant colors, and exquisitely carved patterns. The shop signs and banners fluttered in the wind, and the crowd weaved back and forth.
In the distance, the unique exaggerated cries of street vendors carried along with the wind, occasionally mixed with a couple of long neighs of horses, and the joyful laughter of passersby walking past, creating a lively animation.
Prosperous and bustling, with an antique charm, a grand and flourishing era.
Song Ci felt as if she were on the set of a historical drama in an ancient film city, but the genuine, self-enjoying smiles on those dressed in ancient attire told her they were not extras.
And the buildings before her were not faux antique sets from a film city but real ancient structures.