Five days later, Yongning Manor.
In the mountains, the green had already turned to red, mist was swirling, and the cold was biting.
As soon as Shen Qinglan stepped out of the carriage, a gust of cold air hit her face, causing her to shiver involuntarily.
County Magistrate Pei's lips had turned purple and he kept rubbing his hands, saying, "Heaven has mercy. Knowing that there is a major disaster this year, it's late for snow to fall."
With every breath the people took, white mist emerged from their mouths and nostrils.
"Old Tang!"
A middle-aged man who had been waiting at the mountain gate waved as soon as he saw them disembark.
"Old Xuan." Old Tang laughed heartily and walked over.
Shen Qinglan and County Magistrate Pei quickly followed.
The middle-aged man, referred to as Old Xuan, also laughed heartily and looked at Old Tang, asking, "It's been a long time, how have you been?"
Old Tang laughed and said, "Thanks for your concern, all is well!"
