The snow on the 29th day of the twelfth lunar month is red.
Yan Jingchen will always remember this color - when the New Year's Eve dinner at the border gate turned into a beheading banquet, and when the boss's knife slashed at his father's neck, he gritted his teeth and swallowed the last sentence "General, take care".
Blood foam mixed with snowflakes splashed on his face, as hot as a soldering iron.
A year later, "Chen Ping", the most popular strategist in the capital, picked up his wine glass and chuckled at his enemy who was now the deputy privy envoy:
"Master Han, you must drink this glass of Taiping wine well."...
