Young Master Li of Ningguta

In the twelfth month, the wind at Ningguta cuts like a knife. "Young master, have a drink to warm yourself." Li Qingyan opens his eyes... The prisoner transport cart suddenly lurches violently, sinking into a deep rut. The two skinny horses pulling it blow clouds of white breath, their hooves slipping on the ice. The escorting officer in charge is surnamed Wang. Now he jumps off the cart, cursing as he kicks its shaft. Damn this godforsaken place!

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any similarities are purely coincidental. Do not imitate.