Inside the Imperial Study Room.
"Cre-e-ak." Having finished lunch, Xu Zhenguan stepped back into the place where he handled affairs, standing by the window, using his slender and fair hands to push open a window.
Woo——
The cold wind hit the Empress' face, gently ruffling her strands of hair, Xu Zhenguan's eyelashes trembled, her eyes squinted, her clear infant-like pupils mirrored the drifting and swirling heavy snow outside the window, like falling willow catkins.
A bit absent-minded.
She still remembered, the day of the Xuanmen Coup was also a snowy day in the depths of winter.
Back then, the sounds of shouting and killing filled every corner of the Imperial City, flashes of swords and halberds swept by, splattering vivid crimson blood on the spacious plaza by the Meridian Gate.
A layer of blood was spilled, and the sky's white snow covered it layer by layer, repeating several times, the blood and snow merged, almost painting the sky in red.
