The north wind blew like a knife, blowing up large flakes of snow and smashing them into people's faces without thinking.
The Qingqiuyuan where I live is the most remote corner of the Regent's Palace. Probably the servants think it is unlucky, and even the snow plowers are too lazy to come here.
The thick snow was already up to my ankles, and the thin jacket I was wearing could not block the deadly cold.
Cold, so damn cold.
It was so cold that the seams in his bones felt like they were filled with ice particles, and it hurt whenever he moved.
I have been married to Lin Feng for three years, and I have experienced three winters in the palace, but none of them seem to be colder than this year.
My personal maid, Lu Zhu, was holding a hand stove that had already cooled down. She came over shivering, with red eyes: "Princess, if you stand any longer, your body will collapse. Let's go back to the house. I'll beg the housekeeper to see if he can give me some more charcoal."
I looked at the two guards outside the courtyard gate who looked like door gods, and felt a chill in my heart.
Go back to the house? The room is no different from an ice cellar.
