The flowers in the woods had lost their brilliant spring colors. Dreams of summer and the winds of autumn had passed by too quickly as the Qing Kingdom entered another winter. It seemed that the temperatures had dropped overnight. Snow began to drift down on Cang Mountain in Jingxi, gradually turning the summit white. Within Jingdou, cold rains fell twice and added to the chilly feeling. The people on the streets were wrapped in thick cotton robes. They rubbed their hands together as they walked away with a hurried expression.
The carriage coming from Tianhe Avenue bumped against the ground, making an irritating monotonous sound. The horse huffed impatiently, twisting its head, as if it wanted this winter to end quicker. In a black carriage, Fan Xian huffed warm air into his hands and tightened the cloak around his body. He muttered a few things and thought to himself that winter had come a bit too hurriedly.
