But in truth, during his years in Dongyi City, he remembered plenty of heavy rain and a few snowfalls, yet never a blizzard like this, blanketing heaven and earth and piling up several inches in mere moments.
After leaving Dongyi City, he had been taken in by Chen Pingping and kept at his side. Almost twenty years had passed in a flash.
Chen Pingping had not seen snow like this in twenty years, so naturally, neither had he.
"It's only natural that you haven't."
Chen Pingping withdrew his hand and wiped the water from his palm with a handkerchief. "This snow is simply too unusual."
The last time he had seen such a snowscape, he had not yet been crippled.
Back then, he could still ride a horse, draw a blade, and fight enemy generals on the battlefield, following at Emperor Qing's side and behind Ye Qingmei.
He had stood bathed in this snow in Northern Wei, full of hopes for the present.
"After a snowfall like this, whatever filth and squalor lies in that city will probably all be covered up."
Chen Pingping spoke mildly, his gaze turning toward the Capital.
With the vast snow filling the air, he naturally could see nothing.
But not seeing did not mean he did not know what was happening in the Capital.
The struggle for the throne within the Imperial City, every change from moment to moment, would reach his desk as quickly as possible.
An event as significant as Qin Ye mobilizing the garrison outside the Capital, bringing tens of thousands of troops sweeping toward the city, certainly could not escape his eyes.
Shadow could not be bothered to ponder whether those words concealed some hidden thrust.
Seeing that Chen Pingping still had no intention of closing the window, he silently