But that was after everything had calmed down.
The heavy snow did not fall only on the Imperial Capital; the world was quiet everywhere, including the secluded residence of the Song dynasty's imperial family.
At this time... Madam Tong, along with a few daughters-in-law and children similarly appointed as Spirit Servants by Song Cheng, were wrapping dumplings.
The air was filled with cooking smoke and the strong scent of the mortal world.
Besides the piercing cold of the snowflakes, the atmosphere was also filled with the smell of burning firewood.
Thousands of birds had ceased to fly, and all trails were wiped out by snow.
Aong Song Cheng's offspring, there were some exceptional individuals; some were fishing in the icy river with bare arms despite the bitter cold, while others were at the perimeter, liaising with the higher echelons of the Yingui Association, keeping abreast of the outside situation...
