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.,Lu angrily slapped her son and said, "What kind of talk is that What do you mean your father listens to me the most...",He felt a wave of dizziness wash over him, his vision blurring. His heart screamed silently: God, can I die again。