The real danger is near

The sun shone brightly overhead, glinting off the snow-covered ground as the emperor's dispatched army finally reached the shelter.

The steady clatter of hooves and the rhythmic march of soldiers filled the air, a disciplined orchestra of movement.

Hua Jing stood silently beside Zhao Yan, her posture relaxed, yet her sharp gaze followed the procession with curiosity and a growing sense of unease.

As the soldiers came into view, their precision evident in their every step, a lacquered carriage rolled to a stop at the forefront of the group.

The imperial emblem was emblazoned proudly on its side, but it was the figure stepping out of the carriage that drew Hua Jing's attention.

A man in dark green robes, intricately embroidered with golden dragons, descended with languid grace.

His attire screamed wealth and power, from the silk that shimmered under the winter sunlight to the jade-encrusted fan tucked neatly at his side.