The eighth day of the twelfth lunar month in the thirty-sixth year of Yuanfeng
The first snow fell to the ground, covering the capital overnight.
In the Qianyang Palace, the emperor and the empress sleep.
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"My concubine, I promised you that when the jade sand falls next year, I will go down to the south of the Yangtze River with you as I did at the beginning."
"Your Majesty, what promise did you make?"
Intention: Luck is in danger, but we are willing to do so
