The False Crown Prince

Su Ziji finished reading, stood by the window, and looked out thoughtfully. It was dusk, and the ancient county town was before him, not as simple as Su Ziji had imagined. In the distance, the city wall was only about two zhang high, not large, but there were many people coming and going, it could be said that the population was dense. The streets and shops were close together, the hawkers and peddlers were selling non-stop. The snow had been trampled down, and the shops had all swept the snow clean, and some shops even piled up snow into snow lions and snow elephants to attract customers, a vibrant scene.