The north wind is like thousands of blunt knives, blowing through the rugged city walls of Heifeng Pass, making a whimpering roar.
A faded and worn-out sedan was parked at the most remote corner outside the high wall of the General's Mansion. The frost flowers condensed on the curtains glowed a lifeless white under the dim skylight.
The old horse pulling the sedan was puffing out turbid white air, and its hooves were scratching uneasily on the frozen ground.
"Why don't you get down quickly! Why don't you wait for the general's mansion to invite you, the disaster star, to come in?"
A rough female voice pierced the sound of the wind, and the sedan curtain was roughly opened by a calloused hand.
Aunt Liu's mean face poked in, her nose red from the cold was wrinkled, her eyes were full of unabashed ridicule and disgust, "Do you really think you are here to enjoy yourself? See clearly, this is a cannibal border, not your unlucky Shen family's backyard!"
Shen Jinghong didn't move.
