The sun was shining brightly, the mourning hall solemn.
At some point, a gust of wind arose, causing the pear blossoms in the orchard to fall with a rustle, scattering across the courtyard.
It was as if a rain of pear flowers had fallen in the late spring.
A young blond boy stood in front of the mourning hall, casually catching a floating pear petal, its pure white hue unable to match the threefold radiance of the youth's face.
This beautiful scene would surely be unforgettable for many for the rest of their lives.
"Everyone knows the Four Seasons Manor was a former royal retreat. Sang Kunrou achieved a great victory at Yunshan, preventing foreign invaders. In gratitude, the former Emperor Wen granted him the Four Seasons Manor, surpassing traditional boundaries. Later, Sang Kunrou gave the manor as a dowry to his only beloved daughter, Sang Ziming."
The boy's voice was icy cold, like a sword piercing the heart, devoid of any warmth even in late spring.
