The sun shone brightly, and the accumulated snow had just begun to melt.
The snow this winter had come too heavily and too suddenly, falling in a vast, sweeping blanket without so much as a pause, as though it meant to bury the entire Tiandu City.
Xifeng had been far from peaceful this year. The military pillar Lu Clan had rebelled, the Song and Cui Clans had joined forces to suppress them, the Lu Clan had collapsed, the Former Emperor had died, and the New King had ascended the throne. The Lu Clan had even been hiding a black dragon.
The people of Xifeng all said that, fortunately, the empire had a loyal and upright minister like the Song Clan protecting it. Otherwise, the country would probably already have been ruined by a treacherous wolf like Lu Xingkong. Who knew what sort of life in deep water and searing fire the people of Xifeng would have suffered if the Lu Clan had seized power?
Because of the Lu Clan's rebellion, the Song Clan had eradicated the traitors and supported the New King, causing its clan prestige and reputation to soar once more. Under the various official and popular campaigns, the people of Xifeng now knew only the Song Clan and not the Chu Clan. The Chu Clan of Xifeng had been utterly reduced to the Song Clan's vassal.
There were even voices among the people saying that the Song Clan might as well replace the Chu Clan. If the Song Clan could take over the nation's authority, the people of Xifeng would be happier and feel more secure.
Of course, such voices were quickly stamped out. It was said that the Supervision Department had chopped off quite a few heads.
But how could an ambition that had once boiled ever