As they ascended the river dam, Xue Yuantong looked down, hands behind her back.
The continuous cold and snowfall had painted the earth white, but amidst this sea of whiteness, countless vibrant blurs moved, laughter echoing one after another.
It turned out to be an endless stream of people, men and women, old and young, skiing down the slope, enjoying themselves.
The lively atmosphere was infectious, and Xue Yuantong couldn't wait: "Let's go skiing now!"
Xue Chuchu's gaze drifted over the crowd and suggested: "They've brought basins and mats as skiing gear. Should we go home and prepare first?"
They had nothing in their hands.
"Hmph, no need!" Xue Yuantong lifted her little face, her expression solemn, and declared:
"The supreme Emperor is about to descend upon her river dam at this moment!"
"Subjects, cheer!" She raised her little hand diagonally, performing an emperor's gesture.
