The moonlight shifted slightly, and the mountain wind grew colder. Wen Jingyue adjusted his stance, counting the time.
After roughly half an hour, Wen Jingyue suddenly stepped back. He unfastened his sash, removed his outer robe, and held it high above his head. With a thud, he knelt upon the scattered gravel and called out loudly, "The autumn chill is heavy and the mountain winds are biting. Your subject implores Your Majesty to add a layer for warmth."
A glint of sharpness flashed in the old eunuch’s clouded eyes. Watching the night breeze ripple through Wen Jingyue’s thin white under-layers, he replied in a gentle voice, "Please wait a moment, Magistrate. This old servant shall deliver your message at once!"
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