At night, Li Xiang landed on the Han Baiyu Stone Steps before the Forbidden City's Taihe Hall, Jiang Cai'Er in his arms. The great hall was solemn and majestic, its gilt bronze beasts draped in silver armor, and icicles hung from the flying eaves like crystal curtains.
In the distance, the vermilion walls of the Forbidden City held up glazed tile roofs crowned with snow. The red walls and white snow created a unique vista in the dim light.
They had been to the Forbidden City before, but this was their first time visiting in the snow.
The rest of the Imperial Capital was still bustling with traffic, its lights as bright as day, but the Forbidden City was exceptionally quiet. Only the biting north wind howled, sweeping over the accumulated snow.
"The Dragon Vein of the Imperial Capital City should be right under this Taihe Hall," Jiang Cai'Er said.
She had done her research, consulting countless ancient texts, and was fairly certain of her conclusion.
