In the winter of the third year of Yongzheng's reign, the first snow in the Forbidden City came earlier than usual.
The palace lanterns on the pepper wall were extinguished in the wind and snow, reflecting the steps of the silver butterflies on the temples of the draft girls, flickering like fireflies. Zhen Huan tightened her grip on the jade pendant in her hand. The word "wandering" on the mutton-fat jade was warmed by her body temperature. It was carved by her father when she was a child. He originally hoped that she would "live in a happy life and not cause trouble in the world." At this moment, I saw that the beautiful ladies in front of me all had their eyebrows lowered and their eyes were lowered. Their crow-green temples were stained with fine snow, and they looked like the meticulously painted paintings of ladies in a painting studio.
