Ming Yue and Qingfeng, bundled up in thick cotton-padded jackets, were busy gathering the broken branches from the courtyard. Jiang Li looked out the window and Tonger said, "Miss, the snowstorm is so severe today, perhaps we should not go to the Ye Family."
With the snowstorm raging, apart from the common folk who had no choice but to toil, most of the wealthy could stay comfortably inside without venturing out, as it was terribly cold. Although the charcoal fire blazed vigorously indoors and Jiang Li kept a hand warmer, standing by the courtyard entrance, she still felt the piercing cold.
"We cannot but go," Jiang Li said as she looked at the sky, "However, it is indeed inconvenient to leave now. Let's wait until the snow lessens in the afternoon before we go."
