The grievances and disputes between Yisheng and Jin Yiwei, Dongxi Factory, and Jianghu Sect
Winter, the twelfth year of Wanli.
It has been snowing in Shuntian Prefecture for three consecutive days. The goose-feather-like snow flakes have tightly wrapped the huge capital city. The vermilion palace walls and gray-tiled alleys are all buried in a pure white. Even the usually noisy Zhengyangmen Street can only hear the whining sound of the wind and snow.
In Fusi's duty room in Jinyiwei North Town, the charcoal fire was burning brightly, but it couldn't dispel the chill in his bones.
Shen Yan was huddled behind the desk in the corner of the duty room, holding a wolf brush between his fingertips and transcribing the imperial edict file one stroke at a time. He was wearing a school captain's uniform that had been washed white. The brocade material of the flying fish uniform had long been frayed. The Xiuchun knife on his waist was just an empty shell - he had never taken out the sheath for three years after joining the guard.
