A nameless snowfall draped over the Capital City, cold gusts weaving through the Min family's courtyard, making the "Min" character on the gate seem all the colder.
"Grandfather."
Upon returning home, Min Ning felt a weight pressing heavily on her chest.
Min He sat on a chair in the main hall, staring straight at his granddaughter.
After a long moment, he finally spoke:
"Ming'er has explained everything to me. I do not blame her—I blame myself for being powerless, and your father for being no better."
Min Ning stayed silent, remaining where she stood.
"Ning'er..."
The former Garrison Commander of the Embroidered Uniform Guard hesitated for a considerable time,
"You must turn back before it's too late."
Min Ning did not respond, continuing to stand still.
Her grandfather, however, had already risen to his feet. Pacing with hands clasped behind him, he said:
