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Early November had just passed, and it was now mid‑month.
Fine snow was falling from the sky.
On the official road less than fifty li from Tianchuan City.
A caravan was slowly moving along.
Inside the carriage, Xingyao was dressed all in black with a cloak over her shoulders. She stretched her hand out of the window; the howling cold wind poured in. Xingyao caught a snowflake and then pulled her hand back.
Although the snowflake quickly melted, there was still a hint of a smile on her cold, aloof face.
In Yelang, it was rare to see snow, let alone snow this heavy.
She hadn't expected that as soon as she came to Great Song, she would get to see a snowy scene.
"Princess, Great Song is so cold." Shuang'Er, who was driving outside, rubbed her hands together. She was still wearing a skirt.
"Shuang'Er, we're about to reach the Capital of Great Song. From now on, don't call me Princess anymore." Xingyao said, watching the snow outside the window.
Shuang'Er: "???"
