Stars and moon were absent, a cold wind howled, goose-feather snowfall blanketed the streets and alleyways, accumulating on rooftops. A line of carriages carrying flaming torches marched from each neighborhood's just-opened gate, their footsteps muffled by thick snow. They converged on Zhuque Street, forming a grand procession heading towards Chengtian Gate to attend court.,The little maidservant Qiao'er, who was the second young master's personal attendant, just woke up and found out that the second young master had gone to the roof to drink before dawn. She didn't even know about it. The second young master had been sick for many days, and this was only just getting better. What if he catches a cold,Fang Jun always thought of himself as someone who went with the flow. He could endure poverty and accept setbacks, but by God, he absolutely couldn't stand being cheated on!。