Just as Qin Liuxi had predicted, the closer they got to the capital, the snow never stopped. Sometimes heavy, sometimes light, it felt as though the world had plunged into extreme cold, making the road to the capital even more difficult to travel.
That was not the main concern. While passing through villages, they saw houses crushed by the heavy snow, refugees moving towards the capital, and even, frozen corpses.
The snow disaster had taken shape.
Cui Shixue and Zuo Zongjun sent people on fast horses back to the capital to report. Seeing that a snow disaster was unfolding, they estimated that more and more refugees would flock to the capital. If the capital wasn't prepared, chaos could easily ensue.
Little Ginseng lifted the curtain to look at the white world outside and sighed, "In any natural disaster, the first to perish are invariably the lowest of the impoverished people."
