Cheng Yanzhao walked along the long street of the Capital City with his horse in tow, snowflakes falling softly from above. Soon, his head and body were covered with snowflakes, and at this rate, he might as well be buried in a snowdrift.
Cheng Yanzhao sniffed.
His hands were frozen stiff, his legs numb from the cold. Unexpectedly, the Capital City was even colder than the border. As he looked at the red lanterns in front of the shops lining the street, with the New Year approaching, he couldn't feel a bit of festivity.
Wasn't he supposed to be sitting in the palace, attending a banquet granted by the Emperor? Even if there weren't palace feasts, there should have been a family gathering, but now there was nothing at all.
His stomach growled, and he reached to touch his waist, suddenly remembering that to maintain a dignified appearance upon entering the palace, he had not brought any unnecessary items, including his purse.
Fortunately, he had his household general with him.
