Shangjing City was chilling and forbidding, as if the eaves were all armed with blades.
The glazed roofs of the Ning Dynasty were golden, but the roof tiles of the Jing Dynasty were all black. When heavy snow covered Shangjing, the city lost its color completely, leaving only black and white.
The carriage of Princess Liyang, adorned with crimson silk, slowly traversed the world of black and white, as if it was the only vivid color left in this realm.
Inside the carriage, Princess Liyang held a copper hand warmer, looking earnestly at Old Yao: "Old Master, what I said just now was not false. It's still not too late for you to take them away."
Old Yao smiled: "You have a kind heart, thinking of others when you can barely protect yourself. You've been back in the capital for so many days, yet your emperor father still refuses to see you, clearly harboring resentment in his heart. Weren't you his treasured pearl? What did you do back then to fall to such a state?"
