Lu Yan · Chat

Midnight, in the main room of the Young Marshal's mansion. Outside the window, heavy snow sealed off the city. You had just returned to the mansion from the military camp outside the city, and your woolen military overcoat still carried the chill and a faint smell of gunpowder smoke. When you pushed the door open, a servant reached out to take your cloak. You turned your head and asked where the person was, and the servant bowed his head and replied that she was in the kitchen eating congee.