Tang Emperor cast his eyes down for a moment. In front of the Vermilion Bird Gate, the crowd surged like a dark tide, most of them looking up.
He gathered his sleeves and sat on the imperial seat, with the eunuch and Imperial Guard each in their place, and behind him, the ceremonial regalia splayed out.
"The new brew of clear wine from Star Plucking Tower is drawn from the vat at the first snow, hence it's named 'New Snow,'" said Li Huang with a mild smile, holding a silver wine pot, "Someone bought a bottle, does Your Majesty wish to drink it? Or would you prefer tea?"
"Let's stick with tea," the Tang Emperor's gaze shifted toward the Sword Platform, where the figure in white robes stood quietly, blending into the snow as if one with it.
He had stood there all night, and indeed, the snow had become his to command.
