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The morning court session had not yet concluded when snowflakes began to float down from the sky. Zhou Shuren, as always, cared little for appearances. Each winter, he dressed in the thickest layers, and this year was especially cold. Unless absolutely necessary, he always walked at a slow and leisurely pace.
With his hands tucked inside his sleeves and wearing the hood of his cloak, Zhou Shuren's attire stood out conspicuously among the officials leaving the palace. Indeed, his cloak was so unique that it resembled the type typically reserved for women.
Snow fell from the sky as the wind blew; in the alley, the only sounds were the crunch of footsteps on snow and the whistling of the wind—quiet and desolate.
Breaking the silence, Elder Wen suddenly spoke, his voice especially clear against the backdrop. "Today, the Emperor kept Master Yu behind. Could it be related to the rumors? The Yu family has deep foundations—we cannot compare to that."
