"Princess Consort, the palace is so big and quiet," Xiaoman whispered.
"Yes," Jiang Ning wrapped her coat tightly, "Don't talk, or the wind will blow into your mouth, and it's cold."
Xiaoman nodded, but then she remembered that the Princess Consort couldn't see her nod, so she said, "I know."
As soon as she opened her mouth, a gust of cold wind carrying snow particles poured into her mouth.
Xiaoman started coughing.
Jiang Ning laughed, "I told you not to open your mouth."
After coughing for a while, Xiaoman said, "I'm hungry, Princess Consort."
"What do you want to eat? I'll cook it when we get home."
"I want to eat the red bean rice cake soup that the Princess Consort made last time. It's sweet and warm."
"Alright."
Xiaoman smiled happily, and another gust of wind blew, even sweeping snow into her eyes.
She quickly closed her eyes and rubbed them with her hands.
At that moment, a dark shadow silently approached and struck Xiaoman's neck with a hand.
