Another heavy snow fell on the outskirts of the Capital, swirling and swirling.
The fifteenth day of the first lunar month had already passed. This spring snow was not uncommon, but unlike the biting northern snow which feels painful on the face, it fell like the soft snow of the Jiangnan Road, resembling goose feathers.
A carriage covered with gray oilcloth set out from the city early in the morning, heading east.
The driver was an elderly man.
He wore a thick cotton-padded jacket and let out a long breath while looking at the vast scenery outside. Although it could not compare to the life in Heaven Capital City, having stayed there for so long, he felt a sense of relief that was indescribable in words.
A coughing sound came from inside the carriage, and the old coachman slowed down and asked with a smile:
"Sir, where are we going?"
