Every winter when the heavy snow falls, Heaven Capital City is covered in a layer of white, looking particularly ancient. As winter progresses, the sky becomes bright later and later, but the time for the morning audience with the Emperor does not delay in the slightest. Most officials endure the severe cold of dawn, dress in their official robes, and set out early.
The Vice Minister of the Military Department, Huo Guan, strides out of his residence, with the carriage already waiting outside.
The coachman lifts the curtain for him, and after Huo Guan sits inside, the coachman snaps the whip, and the splendid horses start trotting, the carriage traversing the deserted stone-paved roads, the sound carrying far.
