A few days later, the Capital City welcomed its first snowfall of winter, and the temperature dropped significantly. In the past, on such snowy days, many residences would hold banquets. Whether they were scholars or noble ladies, they would invite friends to admire the snow and plum blossoms, perhaps even write poetry, paint plums in the snow, to indulge in such elegant activities.
Unfortunately, this year was special; there had just been an assassination attempt in the Palace, and the Empress was dead. Who would dare to hold a banquet openly?
Bai Ruozhu had returned home early from the Female Physicians Institution. On such a day, having a snowball fight with Little Dengdeng was perfect.
