"The northern scenery, a thousand miles of ice, ten thousand miles of snow..." Zhu Wencong stood on the Great Wall, gazing at the snow-covered wilderness.
At this moment, the Great Wall had already lost its strategic significance, with not even a single soldier stationed, only a small squad set up at the foot of the mountain.
Today, Zhu Wencong had arranged with Yixin to finalize the matters of the Manzhou Development Bank here, with Yixin taking full responsibility for the subsequent work.
"Must we climb the Great Wall?" Zhu Wencong held Su Yanqiao's hand; women of the past were not as weak as portrayed in television dramas.
Despite her large belly, Su Yanqiao was very happy; since arriving at the Imperial Capital, their itinerary had been strictly controlled.
Finally, they were able to leave the Imperial Capital and see the magnificent mountains and rivers outside, especially the natural beauty deeply layered with silver snow, a unique sight.
