A heavy snowfall had given way to a clear sky.
Shenjing City's sky was light blue, branches and leaves had withered away in winter's chill, leaving a vast expanse. Seated at the top of Wuyun Tower, one could gaze far into the distance, all the way to the city walls.
But Pei Ye was half-leaning by the window, his gaze still cast towards the side, on Vermilion Bird Avenue.
The weather was as harsh as ever, yet the surge of human affairs could no longer be disguised. In the last ten days of the Serrated Scale Xinsi Year, the Tang Dynasty's court had started its biggest upheaval and adjustment in a decade. The reigning Saint acted decisively as always; when he believed it was time to start something, he often left no time for his ministers to settle their own affairs.