Almost four or five kilometers away from the royal residence of Xiangshan, snow mixed with rain began to fall from the sky. The closer the journey took me to the heart of Xiangshan, the purer the snow became.
With just over a dozen households, Xiangshan's royal residence spanned an astonishingly vast area. The people living there were either fabulously wealthy or of noble status, members of Jingcheng's upper crust.
Cheng Weiyue was scanning to make her payment when the taxi driver, gazing at the goose-feather-like heavy snow, couldn't help but remark, "This weather's really gone mad, snowing at the end of October."
Cheng Weiyue smiled but didn't respond to the driver's muttering. She said gently, "Driver, the fare is paid, thank you, I'll get going."
"Alright, miss, take care on your way."
Cheng Weiyue nodded and closed the taxi door behind her.
The snow was indeed very thick, accumulating on the ground, where each step left a deep footprint.