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.,In each of the four corners of the grand hall were several braziers, their fires burning brightly, warming the room like spring.,Lu was a little dissatisfied and mumbled under her breath.。