Early this morning, Yin Shuangshuang noticed that fluffy snowflakes had begun to fall outside, swirling and soon rendering the surroundings into a snowy expanse.
A good harvest is signaled by the snow, akin to covering the land with a blanket, and when it melts, the land is nourished—a promising omen.
Watching the snowfall scene, Yin Shuangshuang found beauty in it despite the biting cold.
Yin Shuangshuang was sensitive to cold, so Yan Yi lit many silver frost charcoals in the room, warming the whole space.
One batch of silver frost coal had a warm fragrance, specially sent by General An, which Yin Shuangshuang had developed.
Yin Shuangshuang leaned against the window, enjoying the snow view, while medicinal tea prescribed by the Imperial Physician was simmering on a small red clay stove.
After watching the snow for a while, Yin Shuangshuang, on a whim, arranged for a lot of lamb, beef, and venison, and with Yan Yi and Luo Linlang, grilled meat while enjoying the snowfall.
