C145 Four Years

Behind the two quaint courtyards stood a forest of majestic, bare Wutong trees. In front lay a small, frozen lake, with more courtyards and distant, grand palaces visible across its icy expanse.

Flanking the road were patches of green stone grass, the white frost glistening on them as if time itself had been frozen. Yu Yin rode his horse, surveying the surroundings