On Xie Xun's birthday, Jiaozhou City remained calm and tranquil. By the end of October, the weather had turned cooler; the twelve states had already entered early winter. Though the sun blazed high, the cold wind crept into one's bones. Xie Xun's injuries had healed, but he could still feel faint pain when the weather changed abruptly. Zhang Lingzheng once said his leg poison had cleared, and it would take a full year of proper care for complete recovery. Xie Xun had initially planned to head south to warmer climates after Xie Zhang's wedding to recuperate his leg injury. As a military general, he didn't want to leave behind lingering ailments. But the times shifted unpredictably, leaving no room for recovery. Instead, he was bound to reside long-term in bitterly cold Ningzhou. His wounds might never fully heal, though medicine could suppress the pain, which fortunately wasn't too intense—something he could still endure.