Stars and moon were absent, a cold wind howled, goose-feather snowfall blanketed the streets and alleyways, accumulating on rooftops. A line of carriages carrying flaming torches marched from each neighborhood's just-opened gate, their footsteps muffled by thick snow. They converged on Zhuque Street, forming a grand procession heading towards Chengtian Gate to attend court.,The youngest son, in a hunting trip outside the city some days ago, unfortunately fell off his horse and hit his back of the head. He has been unconscious ever since and remains in a daze. Everyone in the household is deeply worried.,The boy remained still, but leaned down to look over.。