Gu Jiao's hands had long frozen stiff, her cheeks and lips numb from the cold, making her speech slurred: "Hei Fengqi, hang on a bit longer, Yunzhou is almost here!"
Hei Fengqi panted, gritted his teeth, and, holding up his shaking body, dashed towards the city tower of Yunzhou like an arrow——
...
On the tenth day of the twelfth lunar month, snow fell all night in the Capital City of Zhan Country.
Yujin almost couldn't push open her door when she got up before dawn.
"Is the snow really this heavy? It's blocking the door... Someone come!" she called.
A rough-handled maid came over with a shovel, clearing the ice and snow from her door and pulling open the room door: "I was just thinking of shoveling the snow, never expected you to get up so early."
Yujin didn't blame her, it was indeed her own early rise. She glanced towards the direction of the south wing, and asked softly, "Has the young master woken up?"
The maid replied, "I don't think so, I haven't heard any noise."
