The days in the deep palace passed by like flowing water. When Lin Guo reached the plot point marked in the original novel again, it was already New Year's Eve of that year.
The capital of the Ling Dynasty was in the north. It had snowed heavily in the capital two months ago. Looking up at the light gray sky with snowflakes floating in the air, Lin Guo, who was sitting on the dragon sedan chair, pulled his warm fur collar together, saying that he really didn't want to rush to participate in any sacrificial ceremonies or New Year banquets.
"Your Majesty, are you cold?" Xishun, who was following the young man on the left, was keenly aware of the young man's movements and immediately handed him a small and exquisite hand-warming sleeve stove. "It's still a long way to the Taiji Hall. Your Majesty, please use this to warm your hands."
Reaching out to take the sleeve stove and holding it in his hand, Lin Guo said that he had long been accustomed to Xishun's meticulous care. If one puts aside the fact that the other party was Zhao Chong's man, there really was no other eunuch chief steward in the entire palace whom Lin Guo could use so easily.
The original owner was not interested in women, and the harem was so empty that there was not even a single person in it. It looked okay on weekdays, but when the family reunited at the end of the year, this huge palace seemed especially lonely.
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