February, the spring breeze cuts like scissors. Once some snow and ice have melted, the wind scrapes painfully across people's faces.
In the early morning, two horse carriages lined up after the townspeople entering Li City, followed by six guards riding tall horses, attracting many curious glances. Was this some important figure entering the city?
At the city gate, a guard checked their identities through documents and quickly let them pass, making another guard come over and ask, "What's the big deal?"
"From the East, don't ask; we can't afford to offend them," replied the first guard as he flipped his hand, flashing a small piece of silver coin that came along with the documents. He grinned, "Let's go drink later."
"Sure."
Meanwhile, inside the leading carriage, an elderly man nagged, "Young Master, if you meet the Junior Temple Master, you must be patient and smile more. Don't offend her."
