The front courtyard was clean, but the back courtyard was filled with fallen snow.
A thick layer covered the ground, rooftops, treetops, and the withered flowers and plants.
Underneath a locust tree weighed down by snow, a young girl was hanging.
The girl was only wearing a bare midriff top and a thin pair of underwear on her lower body.
Her bare feet were buried in the snow.
The exposed skin on her neck, shoulders, and legs were red, blue, and purple from the cold.
Her hands were tightly bound by a hemp rope and hung on the tree.
Her head hung motionless as if she had already lost her breath.
Jiang Ning rushed forward, took off his cloak, wrapped her body, and tried to untie the hemp rope at the same time.
A light laughter came from the house: "Princess Consort, don't waste your strength. That's an ox-hide rope, and the knot is very special. You can't untie it."
Jiang Ning slightly hesitated, turned around, and shouted with all his strength, "Gucheng!"
