In the night of Luocheng, the distant and aged voice of the night patrol echoed: "It's cold and freezing, be careful of the slippery road."
At 3 AM, it was time to get out of bed.
In the Imperial Capital, the high-ranking officials of the court would have already gathered inside Eastern Hua Gate in front of Wenyuan Pavilion, huffing white breaths in the air, waiting outside for the orders of the Officials.
Chen Ji lifted the curtain and, peering through the carriage window at the dim dawn light and the thin mist, thought that he had to hurry back to Anxi Street or he would be late for school again.
He gently put down the curtain. Inside the swaying carriage, Jin Zhu was slowly recalling: