The residence of the Imperial Decree Department in Canglan City was enveloped by an endless expanse of dark clouds, which obscured the entire city. Snowflakes as large as goose feathers fell, blanketing the city. Behold, the heavy snowfall covered the city, and the young maid could only bow her head and stoke the fire.
A small residence, yet forces from all sides had already gathered, each with their own thoughts.
...
On the Stargazing Terrace, Song Yinghan and her father, Song Qingshan, spoke no words; they simply stared quietly in the direction of the prison, as if hoping to see what was happening inside through the land.
"What exactly did Yuchi do to Yinghan, that makes her trust him so? It's completely unreasonable. He just told Yinghan to leave the prison, and she obediently left. Is this really the Song Yinghan I know?"
