The typhoon arrived with a torrential downpour, its winds howling and slamming against the door panels as the temperature plummeted overnight. The Zhou Family naturally had ample provisions for living and traveling; even while observing a vegetarian diet to cultivate body and mind, they did not skimp on the care for their Crown Prince. There was no heating in the temple, and this lodging house had no fireplace for burning charcoal either. Shen Jing covered herself with two layers of blankets but still felt cold. Her constitution was truly poor; she was sensitive to the cold and couldn't tolerate it well. She got up to search the cupboard but could only find thin autumn blankets. Sticking her head out the window, she saw the ginkgo trees swaying perilously, a particularly frightening sight. In the room next door, the lights were still on, even at two in the morning.