Stars and moon were absent, a cold wind howled, goose-feather snowfall blanketed the streets and alleyways, accumulating on rooftops. A line of carriages carrying flaming torches marched from each neighborhood's just-opened gate, their footsteps muffled by thick snow. They converged on Zhuque Street, forming a grand procession heading towards Chengtian Gate to attend court.,"Child, at least eat a little. These wontons filled with sunflower seed paste are your favorite, and there's also vinegar celery, which is the most appetizing...",Speaking of which, killing the emperor's daughter doesn't seem to have a good ending either…。