There was simply too much to see along the busy Capital streets. A magician wowed the crowd with sleight-of-the-hand tricks. Nearby, a foreigner had a small monkey who could somersault and dance. From a safe distance away, Wang Jingyuan and Yan Qiufeng watched someone breathe fire, roaring like a dragon. Then they spent a while watching a shadow puppet play about the Yan Army's triumphs.
"Look, that one is you." Wang Jingyuan pointed at one of the puppets.
Yan Qiufeng studied the puppet: large bulging eyes, menacing teeth, and sharp facial features. It was currently moving back and forth on the screen, stabbing other puppets with a long spear.
"Oh heavens. Do I really look like that?" He joked.
Wang Jingyuan nodded seriously before bursting into laughter. "I'm just kidding. I think your puppet is the most handsome of all the puppets."
"You flatter me, Miss Wang."
