Tongque Terrace, that side of the Tongque Terrace...
The Imperial City has finally ushered in another heavy snowfall. The Imperial City that used to be bustling with people is still bustling with people now, and the Imperial Palace is still the same Imperial Palace. But... Tongque Terrace is no longer the Tongque Terrace. Now, in the harsh winter, there is no one around Ying Wang, who is watching the snow side by side with him, chatting and laughing.
"I once recalled the prosperity of Yujing in the past, the home of thousands of miles away emperors. The Jade Palace in Qionglin, the sound of string instruments in the morning, and the rows of sheng and piping instruments in the evening..."
The fur coat was taken off and fell straight down underneath him; the chill wrapped around his thin body like crazy. Ying Wang stretched out his hand and reached out of the guardrail. Ice crystals fell on his slightly warm fingertips, and a chill spread along them.
Wherever he looked, he saw the palace, the bustling scene in the distance, the world he had been pursuing for half his life, and the status and power he firmly held in his hands!
But...
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
