The snow didn't have the roughness of Yanjing, but fell in gentle, tiny grains, bringing with them a sparkling brightness. Some hung on the branches, gradually layering up to form curtains of crystal. It made this otherwise unremarkable town seem so tender that one could become intoxicated.
Jiang Li was awakened by Tonger.
The pained voice of Tonger still echoed in her ears, "How can you sleep on the desk, Miss? Didn't you go to bed last night?"
Jiang Li stretched lazily and said, "It's nothing."
Last night, after she sent Tonger and Bai Xue away, she had been writing all night. Tongxiang had five hundred sixty-eight households, and every one of them had received favors from Xue Huaiyuan. It was impossible for her to visit more than five hundred households by herself in time. Therefore, she had to let some of Ye Mingyu's people take part of the burden. With these "Books of Favors," Ye Mingyu would be more convincing and perhaps it would be easier to persuade those people.
