Snow coated the verdant mountains, its trees covered in frost.
As she walked out of the wooden shack, Qin Weiwei stood by the doorway, gazing at Miao Yi’s departing figure for a moment. Then she turned back, and said, "Stand down. All of you!"
"Understood!" The men beside the doorway heeded her orders, cupping their fists before leaving.
When Qin Weiwei turned back, she found Yang Qing had been standing behind the doorframe with his hands behind his back.
She moved to stand by his side. Dressed in her snow white dress, Qin Weiwei gazed down the mountain, and couldn’t help but ask, "Manor Head. Didn’t you always regard him highly? Why did you repeatedly demote him this time?"
Yang Qing narrowed his eyes at the figure leaving with great strides down the mountain, then moved his gaze to his daughter beside him, and intentionally avoided the subject, "Do I need a reason?’
Qin Weiwei stayed silent for a moment, but in the end she still asked, "Father. I wish to know the reason."
