Heavenly Tang Brocad

Stars and moon were absent, a cold wind howled, goose-feather snowfall blanketed the streets and alleyways, accumulating on rooftops. A line of carriages carrying flaming torches marched from each neighborhood's just-opened gate, their footsteps muffled by thick snow. They converged on Zhuque Street, forming a grand procession heading towards Chengtian Gate to attend court.,The boy on the rooftop, however, remained unmoved, with his head tilted back as if lost in thought.,Even if you really don't want to accept this honor, you dare not say it out loud, so you can only think about it in your heart...。