Heavenly Tang Brocad

Stars and moon were absent, a cold wind howled, goose-feather snowfall blanketed the streets and alleyways, accumulating on rooftops. A line of carriages carrying flaming torches marched from each neighborhood's just-opened gate, their footsteps muffled by thick snow. They converged on Zhuque Street, forming a grand procession heading towards Chengtian Gate to attend court.,But Fang Jun's heart remained as cold and icy as the weather outside, piercingly so...,Just wear it then. Even if I lose out on the bright future that comes with being the youngest department head in the province, it's not like it's the end of the world. Who knows when something like this, crossing over time, might happen。