The group walked out of Drunken Immortal Brew, and Yang Haibo led them to Yuanyang Hairpin.
The afternoon sun made people feel somewhat lethargic. The entrance of Yuanyang Hairpin was bustling with people coming and going.
As they walked, Yang Haibo introduced, "This Yuanyang Hairpin was initially just a gathering place for noblewomen and young daughters in the Capital City. But because our goods are novel, it gradually also attracted commoner women and men to come."
Ping Chuan asked curiously, "Men also come? Isn't this place selling women's goods?"
Yang Haibo laughed, "Exactly. Some men buy them to give to their wives or daughters. Look, that young man over there, the hairpin he's holding must be for his sweetheart."
Following Yang Haibo's gaze, Ping Chuan indeed saw a young man carefully selecting a delicate hairpin, his face carrying a gentle smile.
Just then, a plainly dressed woman walked past them, holding a small piece of jewelry in her hand, her face full of joy.
