The snow has let up a bit.
The tiny, delicate snowflakes float gently down, with hardly any wind. It's not too cold.
The Wenren residence is vast and beautiful.
There's a lake in the backyard, surrounded by many weeping willows. Right now, the lake is frozen, and snow drifts across the ice, creating a vast expanse of white. It's simply stunning.
Scattered groups of people are admiring the snow around the lake.
Across the lake, there are a few pavilions, from which faint laughter can be heard. It seems that the male guests are gathered there.
Xiaoman pushes Jiang Ning along the lake for some time before they spot Wenren Thirteen walking towards them, holding an umbrella.
Today, he is dressed in a narrow-waisted robe with arrow sleeves, a jade belt around his waist, and his hair bound with a jade crown. He looks very much like a refined and elegant young nobleman.
Quite different from his usual scholarly official appearance.
