News of the emperor’s death came from the palace. There were rumors that the imperial edict named Xiao Chuhe as the crown prince. The rumors were true. But Xiao Se gave the throne to Xiao Chong.
He wasn’t used to sitting in that seat. He returned to the Xueluo Mountain Manor Inn with Ye Ling and leisurely took up his old job as innkeeper again.
Snow began to fall. Flawless white flakes drifted down from the sky in a flurry, like beautiful silver butterflies dancing through the air.
The snow fell harder and harder, swirling everywhere. It was like smoke, yet not smoke, like mist, yet not mist, as if the whole world were shrouded in an endless white blanket.
Inside the inn, Xiao Se still liked to sit by the window, watching the snow and drinking tea…
