On the night of the eighth day of the twelfth month, it began to snow again.
At the end of the year, the weather gradually cleared up, and the sun was strong for a few days in a row. Unexpectedly, a snowstorm came suddenly that night.
There was almost no one on the streets of the capital. The doors were tightly shut, and one could only see the cold north wind dancing in the air with large patches of rough snow.
In front of Prince Yu's mansion, the red lanterns hanging on the door were blown to the side. The fireworks that had been set off at the door earlier had already been covered by snow. It gave off a sense of desolation like this mansion had been abandoned for a long time.
