It was in early February, the beginning of spring, when the imperial convoy of the Eastern Depot arrived at Qiling, the last county in Jiangan.
The snow had stopped for quite a few days. The cold wind was gone, and the sun appeared in the sky. The temperature gradually rose, spreading some gentle warmth.
Gu Yunxi lifted the thick curtain of the carriage and looked out of the window into the mountains and withered trees. The warm sunshine on her face made her feel very comfortable.
"Master, we are reaching Qiling."
Gu Yunxi squinted languidly. She was fully enjoying the sunlight, with her sweet voice filled with joy.
Suddenly something occurred to her. She retracted into the carriage and took the Master's arm intimately,
"Master, as I know, Feng Yunheng, the prefect of Qiling County,
