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.,Although he was depressed as hell, Fang Jun still felt warm in his heart.,Mr. Lu advised his son earnestly, but no matter how you looked at him, he resembled a proud rooster, looking vigorous and lively.。