In Yuqing Palace, the Crown Prince walked out slowly with Dongbao.
He headed towards the Imperial Garden.
It started to snow again, although not heavily, it was persistent.
The Crown Prince didn't hold an umbrella, but simply wore a cloak, allowing the snowflakes to fall on his head and shoulders.
He moved step by step, slowly, and by the time he entered the Imperial Garden, his shoulders were already covered with a layer of snow.
Each step he took made a crunching sound as the snow beneath his feet, like crushed jade, turned into froth.
The Crown Prince had an exceedingly handsome face, but it was as cold as the weather.
In such weather, naturally, there would be no ladies from the imperial harem strolling in the garden, only the eunuchs who would come later to sweep the snow.
When they saw the Crown Prince, they hurried to bow and offer their greetings.
The Crown Prince gestured with his hand, telling them to go about their tasks as he walked towards a wax plum tree.
