For thirty-nine days, the north wind whipped the thin body mercilessly with frost and snow.
The eldest son of the emperor, with his hair tied up in a jade crown and dressed in plain clothes, was kneeling alone in the heavy snow, with his beautiful eyes half-closed and his expression indifferent.
After several hours, the emperor walked out of the palace. His sharp eyes fell on him through the basket in front of his crown. Then he flicked his sleeves and said sternly: "You are a disgraceful and disrespectful son who has done such a shameless thing. Come here! Take him to the ancestral temple, kneel in front of the memorial tablets of his ancestors and reflect deeply. No one is allowed to visit without my order."