Just as Chu Ruoyan said, although it was only a few dozen miles from Chang An City, Lishan was already covered in white snow.
The Hot Spring Palace, surrounded by mountains, was sculpted by a thin layer of fallen snow into a pure and delicate scene, with elegance and scenic beauty, while the nearby peaks were gradually covered by snow, even the rugged cliffs became gentle, and everything blurred as if in a dream.
However, on West Embroidery Ridge, colorful flags fluttered, and silhouettes moved, sketching a winding path up the mountain.
That was where the Emperor led a group up West Embroidery Ridge but stopped halfway up because the wind was strong and cold, and the snow was falling increasingly. Eunuch Yu persuaded for a long time, so Yu Wenquan stopped in a pavilion halfway up to rest, gasping for breath while laughing, "Getting old, getting old."
"Your Majesty,"
