Chapter 239: 黛色

In the third year of Yongshun, in the dead of winter, there was still more than a month until His Highness the Crown Prince's second birthday.

Heavy snow covered the entire land. In the bitter cold, every household kept their doors and windows tightly closed, and anyone who let in even a little wind would shiver from the cold.

It was the dead of night. The visitor folded their umbrella, placed their slender, jade-like fingers on the door, and gently pushed it open.