On the other side, Yu Qingyi was waiting at the end of the street with Yang Yunyan, Yang Yunxue, and Lu Qian.
Yang Yunxue lifted the curtain of the carriage and looked at the long queue in front, unable to help clicking her tongue.
"How long will it take for our turn to come!"
Yu Qingyi was also a sightseer. This was the first time she had seen such a grand scene.
"There's no way around it, we can only line up here."
There are rules to queuing; while not overly stringent, they cannot be ignored.
Those of higher status naturally tried to queue at the front, while families of officials with lower ranks naturally ended up at the back. This was not greatly related to how early one set out.
Yang Zhenshan was merely a garrison commander, likely the lowest official rank present, so Yu Qingyi and the others naturally couldn't presume to cut to the front and attract attention, so they had to line up at the end.
