Fine snow drifted in the biting cold of Canglang City, quickly swallowed by the mirror-clean bluestone slabs before the Prefect Mansion, leaving not a single trace.
The heavy vermilion gates silently swung open, and the warm lamplight within, mingled with the dissolute strains of flutes and strings, spilled out to collide head-on with the piercing wind outside.
Stewart Zhao Gui wore an overly enthusiastic smile, his back arched so low it nearly touched the icy threshold.
Chapter 116