It was deep in autumn and the wind had just begun to rise. The cold air whistled along the heavenly meridians from the north down to the south. It swept past the northern wastelands and passed through countless unbroken li of the North Sea and large lakes, coming to the north of Cangzhou. Cangzhou was to the north of the Qing Kingdom, it was the city closest to Northern Qi. Looking purely at the geographical environment, it should be to the southeast of Shangjing City, however, because each year the icy wind came south, thus, it was even colder than Shangjing City here.
All around, the autumn trees had long lost all their leaves. The fields beneath the city had snatched their only harvest at the end of summer and now it had become a stubble land that was also covered with a layer of frost. It looked very pitiful.
