When Yun Chi left the Capital City, the snow had grown heavier, coating the world in silver white.
The wedding procession added a red ribbon to the landscape; the crimson silk hanging from the carriages, the red ribbons tied to the horses' manes, and the red cords worn by the soldiers at their waists all appeared remarkably vivid and striking against the snow.
Yun Chi hadn't slept all night, sitting in the carriage and reading through documents.
Little Zhongzi stayed by his side, dozing off repeatedly, his head bumping against the carriage wall. When the carriage jolted, he would knock his head hard and let out a pained "hiss."
Yun Chi glanced at him and said, "Go sleep in the carriage behind, there's no need for you to attend to me here."
Little Zhongzi shook his head, rubbing his head as he said, "This servant shall stay with Your Highness."
Yun Chi smiled, "You're so sleepy, how can you stay with me? Hurry and sleep, no more nonsense."