December, the coldest time of the year.
A heavy snowfall turned Cui Bai Dao into a frosty realm, akin to a world of ice and snow.
Song Residence.
"Put the blessing papers here."
"Hang some lanterns up there."
"The flowers still need more trimming, make them as festive as possible."
"Where are the koi fish for the pond? Get a few more, there aren't enough, and they must be of good quality."
"Make sure everything is perfect to please the Patriarch, only then will your year-end bonuses not be reduced."
"..."
Throughout the large and small courtyards, the stewards directed the servants to decorate, making the New Year's ambiance increasingly intense.
In the inner courtyard, Song Changming sat cross-legged, watching the snowflakes outside, as delicate as goose feathers, truly beautiful.
"Young master rarely finds leisure to enjoy the snow," Su Qingqing knelt beside, warming wine for Song Changming, and taking plums.
