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... ial square was bustling, wooden stalls lined up, festooned with colorful flags.
The aroma of stewed meat, the heat from baked pastries, the colors of southern brocade all intertwine, as lively as the Imperial Capital’s marketplace.
In the bustling crowd, two merchants from the south were squeezed together, chatting idly.
"Phew, this north wind is cold, but this city is livelier than the East Gate of the Imperial Capital I’ve seen." The old merchant patted the wineskin by ...
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