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.,What the hell do you think you are, a princess of the Tang Dynasty,He felt a wave of dizziness wash over him, his vision blurring. His heart screamed silently: God, can I die again。