March 12th.
The Military Exam and the Imperial Examinations were in full swing.
The former had reached its final stage of competing for the rankings of the twenty-eight constellations, while the latter had just completed its second round of examinations, followed by a brief rest.
The Capital City was almost engulfed in a fervent sea, often abuzz with news of someone visiting the Wan Hua Building, leaving behind fine poetry or verse. Lodging for the night, not spending a single cent, they incited folks to pass the works around and sing their praises.
But none of this concerned Liang Qu.
The snowmen in the courtyard were half black, half yellow, and behind two rows of snow trenches, River Otter was diligently throwing snowballs at the wall, each hit marking a small white dot.
