Winter City's Temple Fair today was called the "Frostfire Festival" Temple Fair.
It was the hottest revelry in the depths of winter, a tradition from before Winter City's reforms that had continued to this day.
When the brief polar daylight faded, the interior of the Mysterious Ice City Wall remained as bright as day.
It was not sunlight, but a web of light woven from countless ice lanterns and geothermal gas lamps.
The Temple Fair's main street was Frost Mark Avenue, where the snow had been trampled into solid ice.
Temporary log stalls stood in neat rows along both sides.
Qian Renxue and Luo Li walked side by side along the avenue.
Under the effects of Spiritual Power, their exceptional looks did not draw much attention.
Like ordinary pedestrians, they walked through the bustling Temple Fair.
Qian Renxue's brilliant golden eyes curiously took in everything around her.
When she had been Crown Prince Xue Qinghe, she had attended quite a few Temple Fairs.
But they had not been for enjoyment, only for various purposes.
Now that she had shed her disguise, Qian Renxue was truly enjoying a Temple Fair for the first time.
Steaming mist mingled with all kinds of fragrances.
Piping-hot Rock Sheep Bone Soup churned in enormous copper pots, while sizzling Soft Bone Rabbit skewers were brushed with spicy Tundra Berry Jam...
It had to be said that Soft Bone Rabbit really was an excellent ingredient.
By comparison, the Snow Rabbits native to the Extreme North had far inferior meat.
Thus, what was more commonly seen in Winter City's markets was not the local Snow Rabbit, but Soft Bone Rabbits transported in from elsewhere.
Luo Li did not find it as novel as Qian Renxue did.
He had always believed in balancing work and rest.
During all his