It was winter.
The snow descended in large fat flakes. Without wind chill, it wasn't that cold.
"Whoever you are, know that it's too late to stop me now." It was yet morning, a subtle pink glow seeped through the cloudy skies behind the drifting snow. Emperor Taixu soaked in a steaming bath, hot enough to leave the skin itchy and red. He didn't seem to care. Head reclined and eyes closed, the tyrannical man appeared relaxed, peaceful.
Yuan Xuelan was too tired to fight this madman for control. His thoughts were languid, irate but defeated. "As if I care about that."
"Your lies are simple and easy to see through," the emperor chuckled knowingly. A servant, stationed just on the other side of the paper panels fidgeted impatiently, frightened by His Imperial Highness who seemed to be talking to himself. "You're naive, a simple minded person. I know not how you wormed yourself into my mind but…as aggravating as it is, I no longer care about your presence."
