In the blink of an eye, it was the end of November.
Since the mid-month snowstorm, the heavy snow at Lishan has not stopped, almost covering the entire earth in thick white, yet failing to cloak the surrounding verdant peaks and ridges. Instead, it outlined their elegant contours. Even if one had never climbed a mountain, just looking at the snow-covered peaks would reveal the perilous and unique mountain terrain.
While admiring such scenery, enjoying the song and dance, and the warm, humid climate of the Hot Spring Palace, Yu Wenquan enjoyed an almost unprecedented period of relaxation in his life.
On this day, just as he was preparing to head to the Furong Pool again, he stepped out of the palace door and saw Eunuch Yu leading a little eunuch forward to pay respects.
Seeing the little eunuch's attire, he understood that a document from Chang An had arrived again.
