On the day Li Hanyue emerged from seclusion, Snow Moon City was blanketed in peach-blossom snow, something not seen in a century.
Sikong Changfeng, the Third City Lord, calculated the omens with his fingers. “Oh no. The people she beat up back then are all lined up at the Ascension Tower.”
Lei Wujie crouched in the corner, hugging his sword. “Sis, when you beat Xiao Se... could you not use the new scabbard I just bought?”
Li Hanyi pressed her sword to Baili Dongjun's throat. “If my sister so much as loses a strand of hair, you can forget about saving a single drop of your peach-blossom wine.”
Meanwhile, the supposedly dead Prince Yong'an, Xiao Chuhe, sat atop the Ascension Tower. He gently tucked into his hair the jade hairpin she had left behind fifteen years ago. “You owe me the spring breeze. It's time to pay me back.”
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