Xiao Mo and his entourage arrived at Bichun Lake.
As the largest lake in the Zhou Imperial City, it was already the number one destination for the city's residents to visit and enjoy.
Not to mention, the flowers known as "Qiu'er Dao" were in bloom, attracting even larger crowds.
By the lakeside, willow trees swayed gently in the wind, their tender green branches like the meticulously braided hair of a young girl.
White-haired old men fished leisurely by the shores of Bichun Lake, laughing and chatting cheerfully with their fellow anglers.
Young women with their hair pinned up strolled leisurely by the lake, holding their children's small hands.
There were also quite a few scholars and poets, seated in pavilions, warming wine and brewing tea as they discussed literature and composed poetry.
