Snow flew in every direction, while the winter plum blossoms unfurled their petals.
The entire Plum Garden had been wrapped in heavy snow. Everywhere one looked was a vast expanse of white.
The snowfall grew heavier, yet it still could not suppress the winter plums' delicate fragrance. Waves of rich scent were carried over by the cold wind, refreshing the heart and mind.
Snow without plum blossoms lacked spirit; plum blossoms without poetry made a person vulgar.
In such wind and snow, amid such a mood, the proper thing would have been to invite three or five close friends over, drink and sing together, recite poetry, and play chess.
Yet Li Mu Yang was discussing such weighty matters as life, death, prosperity, and decline with one of the most powerful people in the empire.
The Li Mu Yang of the past had merely been a child, protected by his parents and family and tenderly cared for by his younger sister. The Starry Sky path, the black dragon entering his body, and the series of events that followed had rapidly matured Li Mu Yang.
He knew that it was time to stand up and shoulder the responsibilities he ought to bear.
Lu Xingkong made plans for everyone, while he had to make plans for his own small family of four.
Just as he had said, if the Lu family prospered, the Li family would be safe and well. If the Lu family collapsed, the Li family would suffer death and injury.
Some things had to be considered, and some things had to be done.
Since they were all on the same boat, naturally they hoped that boat would be tall, sturdy, and never sink.
Lu Xingkong looked at Li Mu Yang and said with a smile, "What? You want to help