Imperial Palace Gate, Duan Gate, Chengtian Gate.
Only after passing the Imperial Ancestral Temple and the Earth and Grain Altar, and exiting Chengtian Gate, was one truly out of the Imperial Palace. Without the watchful eyes of the Jiefan Guard and the Yulin Army, one could walk more briskly.
Chen Ji led Zaozao, while Xiao Man carried Wu Yun.
Under the night sky, the two of them walked west along the wide Chang'an Street. Moonlight spilled onto the road, and the Imperial Capital was far less bustling than Chen Ji had imagined. There were neither throngs of people nor brightly lit streets.
"Why is it so deserted?" Chen Ji looked back at the endless Chang'an Street behind him.
Laughing, Xiao Man said, "If you want excitement, Master, you need to go to East City. The Eight Great Hutongs and Dashlan never rest at night. We live in a place full of officials and gentry; who dares to be noisy here?"
Chen Ji thought for a moment. "How about we move to East City in the future?"
