Time flies like a white colt passing through a gap, and several months have gone by in a flash.
Xu Yuan suddenly realized after seeing the snowflakes scattered in the sky. It's been a year since he took charge of the world. Putting down the wolf hair brush in his hand, he stood up and walked to the window lattice of the study in the Inner Courtyard, looking out. The reflection in his calm black pupils captured the snow-covered scene of Di'an.
At this moment, the New Year was not far away. Because of the war, the Ministry of Rites had not lavishly decorated the streets with celebratory red bands this year, but each district remained bustling. Many families were out shopping for New Year's goods, finding rare joy amidst the wartime hardships.
The year has passed so quickly...
Looking back, it seemed as though he did a lot this year, yet upon careful reflection, it was just a few things. The remaining time was buried under various complicated government affairs.
