Wang Anfeng lifted his eyes to the imperial family's private residence located about ten meters away.
It was midwinter, the air was crisp and thin, and the entirety of Fufeng County was draped in a bleak and pale veneer. However, this residence was shrouded in a light-colored sea of plum blossoms.
The cold plum blossoms flourished passionately, their fragrance enduring and distinct. Unlike the scenery elsewhere, passersby and visitors, upon walking by, would find the plum blossoms brushing against the armor of the imperial guards and the heavy, cold Mo Blades that had once been saturated with fresh blood. There was an unexpectedly breathtaking beauty to it.
Wang Anfeng took a slight breath.
Watching the expansive bloom of plum blossoms, a hint of amazement appeared in his eyes.
He had not intended to come here.
Yet, seeing this endless sea of flowers, the gloom in his heart dispersed quite a bit, and he felt that coming here today might not be such a bad thing after all.
