February had more than half passed, nearing March. The further they headed towards the Baiyue region near the Xie Family Ancestral Tomb, Qin Liuxi and her party felt their brows never relaxed. The effects of the snow disaster were far from over; the rivers hadn't fully thawed and spring plowing couldn't commence. They also encountered several small-scale civil unrests.
The aftermath of the disaster was gradually becoming evident.
Mrs. Xie and others felt a bit heavy-hearted. They had come from the most prosperous Shengjing, which had indeed many disaster-stricken citizens, but it wasn't as bad as encountering frozen corpses from time to time. Meanwhile, the powerful people were holding fox fur hand warmers, eating from warm pots, and even playing with ice skating. If not for the mourning period of the Empress Dowager, the brothels and pleasure boats would probably be bustling with activity.
