C467 Wen Shizhao Who Was Looked down upon by Others

Snow continued to fall, slowly blanketing the city in white. A carriage stopped in a shadowy corner, quietly waiting for another to arrive. Inside, a heater warmed the space, creating a stark contrast to the cold outside, making it feel like a spring day.

Two young men sat inside the carriage, having not exchanged a word since they stopped.

"Sir, it's here," came a voice from outside