Emperor Chu was in a bad mood.
The attending eunuchs and guards stepped back thirty feet, keeping their heads lowered and not daring to speak.
Suddenly, snow began to fall from the sky again.
Song Zhiyuan stepped forward and said, "Emperor, it's snowing. We should return to the palace. It's almost time for the morning court."
Emperor Chu's voice was as cold as the snow, "I momentarily forgot. The Xia clan is cunning, having hidden for decades with such caution. How could they so easily expose themselves for me to catch? Ha. It's quite a performance."
Song Zhiyuan licked his dry lips and after a moment said, "They will eventually show themselves."
Emperor Chu looked over: "I am not inclined to play this game of hide and seek with him."
How can others sleep soundly beneath my bed?
Song Zhiyuan remained silent.
