Lu City.
This is a small border town less than three hundred li from the Northern Border. The Northern Land is impoverished, and the climate is harsh. In a few days, it will be the New Year. Every household's doorway is decorated with lanterns and festooned with red paper couplets.
The severe cold cannot mask the joy on the faces of the people.
They cannot remember the last time they spent the New Year with such peace of mind.
But they know all of this is due to the Prince of Zhenbei.
And Lu Ziyuan, revered as a deity by the border people, was now in Lu City, knocking on the door of a certain villa.
The door was opened by servants, revealing a tall young man in the courtyard, seemingly waiting for a long time. His dark cloak was covered with white snow, revealing only a hint of its original color.
Lu Ziyuan entered with a solemn expression, while those who followed him stopped outside the door.
