Imperial City, Qixiang Palace. The dusk is gradually sinking, the cold wind outside the window is blowing constantly, the withered yellow grass and trees are constantly blowing, and the snow on the branches is falling down, quietly melting into the snowy mist of the sky. Holding the food that had cooled but remained unmoved, they retreated one after another. Zhu Yunxuan stood in front of the desk all the time, staring at the desk in front of him for a long time, the map of Dayan spread out. A dim yellow lamp was lit beside the desk, and the candlelight Reflected in his bright black pupils, flickering on and off.