36 Another carriage enters the Imperial Capital Gates (1/2)
The next few days, the first snows had begun to fall, Qing Cheng's imperial capital was covered in a thin layer of snow. The snow was perfectly in its habitat, as the air was bitter, thus the snow that had been falling did not melt. Instead, they rested perfectly atop each other, and slowly piled up to a few inches within the first couple of hours.
It was a clear, yet beautifully chilling day. Every breath exhaled would turn into a cloud of frost, as people wore many layers to keep what little heat that was in their body. There weren't many people on the streets either, but there were guards stationed at the eastern gates.
A young guard stared into the distance that was obscured by the wind blowing snow. His eyes squinted furiously as though he was searching for something. Finally, he saw it, a glimpse of something moving.
”I think something is coming.” He said to the person standing next to him.
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”It's too cold for anyone to be traveling out there.” The person beside him said assuredly.
”But I really see something.” The young guard said firmly.
”Okay, let me take a look.” The person said as he squinted his eyes toward the white blanket of snow, and indeed, there seemed to be a shadow of a carriage moving in the distance. There only seemed to be one small carriage, so it didn't seem too important to alert everyone else.
”Is the gate is open?”
”Always.”
”Good, when it arrives, we can take a look.” The two men seemed to have found something worth wild to do as they carefully watched the figure slowly come towards the gate. On a normal day, this would have been considered boring, but now when the line between earth and sky were indistinguishable and everything in front was a blank color of white, this could be considered a method of passing time.
After what seemed like an eternity to the soldiers standing atop the gate watching, the carriage finally made its way to the entrance of the gate. The soldiers strangely felt as though they were being played, as the carriage took its time to get here.
They saw that driving the carriage was a young man dressed in white, his body blending in with the snow perfectly. If it were not the black carriage that he was leaning against, his body would be hard to spot in the distance among the snow.
There was something strange about this particular scene, the man seemed like a cold and distant. There were no signs of the cold having entered his body, his cheeks that should have been flushed from the cold showed no signs of redness. If not for the frost forming at each breath, they would have mistaken him for a statue.