Crazy Criticism of the Number One Scholar: I Was a Top Student in an Imaginary Dynasty

The midwinter wind seemed to have been tempered by ice, rolling up goose feathers and heavy snow, hitting the owl kisses in the Zichen Hall, making a whining roar, like the wails of the dead souls who were dragged into the abyss. Standing tenderly in the hall, the hem of the black first-grade official robe was stained with snow foam, which was melted by the heat of the stove as soon as he stepped into the hall door.