"Lord, we have arrived at the base of the Imperial City."
Hearing the call from his personal driver, Cao Mao, who was leaning against the carriage, opened his eyelids.
After all, with the increase in age, even though he always presented himself as full of energy to the outside world, his gradually depleting stamina could not match that of the young.
Attending court meetings in the deep winter was undoubtedly a hardship for him.
Cao Mao was dressed in full regalia today, not only wearing his military officer robe but also girding himself with the gold belt bestowed by the late Emperor. Eleven gemstones embedded upon it, showcasing an extraordinary identity.
He moved his body, refusing the driver's assistance, and stepped off the carriage by himself, using a small stool.
His boots stepped into the shallow snow, while the cold wind drilled into his bones.
Cao Mao adjusted his attire, opened up an umbrella, and strode towards the gate.
