Imperial Capital.
The snowstorm had just stopped.
Rows of connected houses in the outer city, with their blue-gray roof tiles all changed in color, were covered with a thick layer of snow.
Transparent icicles hung from the eaves, swaying as if they were about to fall under the cold wind.
As the year-end approached, the weather grew colder, and households set up their charcoal braziers.
Some exhaled warm breaths, stepped over the threshold, and waved their broomsticks to knock off the icicles to prevent them from falling and injuring passersby.
Looking towards the Imperial City.
The pleasant weather remained unchanged.
Diligence Hall, East Side Hall.
The afternoon sun shone through the carved window frames, scattering bright golden specks of light onto the thick woolen carpet as rows of young palace girls arrived to tidy up the attire of the Holy Emperor awakening from his noon rest.
"Is there any news from the Southern Frontier?"
