The gray sky seemed to be covered with a layer of white frost. Marquis Youxi exhaled white breath and withdrew his gaze from outside the splendid railings of the manor, a faint smile playing on his thin, pale face. "This weather is really damned, my Lord," his attendant couldn't help but complain, while the Marquis continued wearing a mink fur coat, simply rubbing his hands. "The thawing season certainly brings temperatures colder than the Frost, but no matter how cold, it can't stop our Dukes' hearts from burning with ambition."
"It's ambition, isn't it?"
