The next day.
Jiang Ning opened his eyes.
He lowered his head for a glance. A slender arm was draped across his chest.
He moved the arm away, then rose from the bed.
When he walked out of the room, a breeze immediately blew over him, and he could feel the chill in the air, piercing to the bone like hairs.
His gaze swept past the window. It was already a vast expanse of white.
"It's snowing in the Royal Capital too!" he murmured, not surprised.
Last night, when he had left the palace banquet, the air had already been bitterly cold, and black clouds had covered Clear Moon.
Later, before he went to sleep, pale snowflakes had already been drifting down from the night sky.
After one sleep, for the snow to be covering the ground like goose feathers was only normal.
He pushed open the bamboo door, his eyes narrowing slightly.
The cold wind, wrapped in snowflakes, poured into the house.
He then closed the bamboo door again and stepped forward through the snow.
Pfft—
Pfft—
With every step that fell, he could hear the snowflakes being squeezed into a clump beneath his feet.
Above his head was a gray-black sky, the first light of dawn just appearing.
He came to the well and saw faint white mist drifting inside it.
That was a phenomenon formed by the difference between the temperature of the well water and the temperature outside.
He drew up a bucket of well water, and faint mist still drifted over the surface.
At this moment, the well water was completely different from the outside temperature, filled with a faint warmth.
He washed his face, then began rinsing his mouth.
After he finished washing up.
Standing in the snow, he let out a soft breath