"Emotion融 into heaven and earth, manifesting in the world... What terrifying power." An old, resonant voice was filled with shock and awe.
The bald old man in a dark green robe gazed out the window at the heavy snowfall, his expression grave.
He reached his unusually rosy hand out the window, and snowflakes immediately settled upon his palm.
The snowflakes melted into icy water, bringing a chill. But right after came an intense, pure, passionate love that filled his mind and refused to fade.
He thought again of the person who had given him his first love, long buried in the depths of his memories and almost forgotten—the blissful joy of being content with nothing more than a simple smile from her.
Green light flashed in his eyes. He shook his head and used his spiritual power to drive away the intense emotion, though wisps of it remained in his heart.
From his vantage point overlooking the Imperial City, he glanced down at the sparse crowds below. When the snowflakes touched them, they couldn't help themselves, behaving in all sorts of strange ways.
This was a normal reaction to being affected by the emotions. It would pass with time, so there was nothing to worry about. They might even gain something from it.
He just didn't know who had caused this strange phenomenon. He couldn't sense where the torrential snowfall was coming from.
In the three-story courtyard where Xu Lanqing was staying, one room was enveloped in white light, cutting off all contact with the outside.
In the bedroom across from it, the Ice Empress lay on her side on the silk-cotton bed, biting her lip, her feelings impossibly complicated.
Whenever she thought about how Snow Empress was now doing all sorts of things with Xu Lanqing...
She felt