Tonight, was destined to be a restless long night.
Moonlight enshrouded, spilling across Snow Forbidden City.
The courtyard of the God of Wine remained utterly silent.
The young boy clad in a white robe slowly emerged from the wooden hut, his face veiled in the moon's pale and dim sky light, as if a deity had descended to earth, and behind him… the darkness of the room was filled with a thick aroma of wine, as if it had condensed into substance.
This past half year.
He had been planting grapes in the courtyard.
Through wind and rain.
Now… the grapes were ripe.
Mr. Jin and Xu Yan were not serving at the left and right of the young boy's divine seat; in the darkness, a faint breeze flowed out from the courtyard, seemingly drawing a path towards the distant beyond.
They were not the only ones to have entered this courtyard.
