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.,Flames from torches and lanterns flickered in the courtyard, reflecting off the snow, revealing the youth's face clearly.,A son, who was always seen as proud and successful, suddenly died. Sending a black-haired person to a white-haired one, how heartbroken the mother must be!。