In November, the border pass experienced three consecutive days of heavy snow.
The doors of the villagers were frozen shut, and the streets were iced over, making travel impossible. The soldiers of Black Wind Camp were dispatched to clear the snow and ice.
"Qingqing and Ahen were lucky, they left just before the snow, or they might have been stuck in the town for an extra day."
Pu City was also caught in a snowstorm.
Shangguan Yun stood outside the barracks, gazing towards the direction of the Official Road, murmuring to herself.
Huanhuan draped a thick cloak over her shoulders, saying, "It's still dark, Your Highness. Why don't you go back and get some sleep?"
Shangguan Yun adjusted her cloak and shook her head, saying, "No, I can't sleep."
Huanhuan tied the sash for her and reassured her, "The two young princes have heaven's blessing; they will surely be fine."
Shangguan Yun nodded, "I hope so."
