The cold winter in the Capital always arrives early; by November, the city is already besieged by ice and snow, so this year's first snowfall is considered somewhat late.
A pair of cloud-patterned treasure flower brocade shoes treaded gently upon the thin layer of snow, slightly sliding, causing their owner to walk cautiously.
"Oh dear! Princess, perhaps we shouldn't go this way. Look, your shoes are already wet."
Chonglou supported her lady as they walked carefully through a side corridor, passing a garden that had become somewhat desolate due to the cold winter.
"Elder brother arrived home early today. We should hurry to find him; otherwise, he might head to Father's place again."
Princess Rong Jia felt her embroidered shoes getting wet, but she paid no heed, thinking she could change them upon her return.
"Princess, why the hurry? The Young Master just finished dinner; he's surely still digesting."
