The blizzard covered the sky and earth, as if it wanted to dye this filthy mortal world a flawless frosty white.
The commoners were originally waiting for a verdict with their blood boiling, but the snow was too heavy now. The whistling wind almost drowned out the voices of the people. Many people became nervous again, afraid that this case wouldn't end.
Especially Scholar Zhang Min, who hugged his daughter tightly. For a moment, he looked hatefully at the kneeling Yu Family Head, Yu Xuan, and Shangqing. Then, he looked expectantly at the Emperor sitting on a high-backed chair in front of him.
Naturally, the eunuchs present wouldn't allow the Emperor and the Eldest Prince to suffer the cold. Someone had already held up the umbrella to shield the father and son from the snowstorm.
