After the reorganization of the Imperial Academy in Heaven Capital City, it had not yet reopened, and the hundreds of miles of plum blossoms in the back courtyard were gradually falling, covering the ground and the frozen lake, from beneath the ice came faint, indistinct sounds.
Not far from the Imperial Academy, the elegant courtyard had changed owners.
The poems on the walls were washed clean with bucket after bucket of ice water. The local people had seen it; on that day, no less than eight hundred warhorses galloped in, their hooves striking the ground like thunder, densely surrounding the courtyard.
The manes of the warhorses shook, and even when they stood still, their hooves continued to twitch restlessly.
Eight hundred men dismounted in unison.
