The wind and snow were like crazy, whizzing like knives across the tall cornices of Zichen Palace. The entire palace looked like a dead thing frozen in an ice shell. Even the palace lantern looked like a decoration, unable to illuminate half an inch. Mi Xue knelt upright on the bluestone steps. Her knees were so numb that she could no longer feel anything. The bloody gash on the back of her hand stirred up the cold air and made her grin in pain.
