Bai Qingyan, along the way, had received intermittent news from Yan Kingdom. Xiao Rongyan was ruthless in his methods, managing to subdue the imperial kin. Whether it was food or medicine, whoever dared to hoard and inflate prices at this critical moment was executed by Xiao Rongyan. After dealing with one or two towns, the rest knew better and dared not act up.
She turned a page of the book, thinking in her heart... soon, very soon, they would all be together. She wondered if the clothes Mother made for A Yan would fit. Perhaps Mother made outfits for A Yan for every season, spring, summer, autumn, and winter!
Wei Zhong lifted the quilted curtain and came in, carrying two bowls of snow frog pigeon soup in his hands, which he gently placed on the small table of golden nanmu, and said in a low voice, "Your Majesty... the snow is visibly getting heavier."
